A guy, and therefore a pig. Where on earth had he got that from? What a ridiculous load of tosh.
"Well, I don't know who told you that," she said. "But you certainly wouldn't be in my head, or my bed, without my consent. So we're only as deviant as each other."
When he complained about being sore, she couldn't help but chuckle again. She was sure she would feel the burn in her legs tomorrow, but overall, this particular encounter would probably lave her far less sore than normal. "More than one role-reversal, I see. I'll run you a bath in the morning, if you like. And make sure there's a cushion on your chair at the breakfast table."