"Whoever said I wanted a quiet life?" he teased her right back, although frankly he felt as though he would always let her have her way eventually. And there was something about stability, the easiness of it all- easy without ever being boring. That was exactly what he needed.
And she was never boring to him. Even her words now, the lips against his neck- nothing about it was boring. She knew just how to push his buttons, to bring out that almost savage lust even when at his most sentimental.
"I don't know," he told her, sliding himself off of the desk again, but instead of letting her loose he just lifted her off the desk and into his arms with great ease. "I guess we'll have to find out," he told her, carrying her off in the direction of the bedroom.