Now that was a little more like it. He ditched his shoes, sliding them off with the sort of speed and determination better reserved for athletic matches than preparing for sex. "Yes. Just spoil you rotten," he said, choosing to interpret that statement the way he liked best.
He leaned in toward her. "No. Good guess, though, you are a sharp one."
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