"Well you and Steve would be the only judges that mattered as far as that's concerned." It was almost weird now he hadn't ever stuck to one person before them. Even with Rachel he'd had the temptation to stray. But with Peggy and Steve... They were all he ever wanted.
A grin turned up his lips, real slow. "Yeah. That's almost right." Kneeling down he lifted one leg and placed it on the edge of the box spring, and did the same for the other, then nudged her thighs apart. Almost perfect. He leaned over her and tugged the top edge of her bra down, urging her breasts from each cup. "Perfect." Like a debauched painting in the Louvre.