You misspoke? [ Oh. She's got her teeth in this now. Look at that sly smile. The gleam like mischief in her dark eyes. ] That mean you don't want to fuck me a second time?

[ She knows what she's doing. She must. There's a certain intent in the way she moves, pressing a hand against his sternum and giving him just a little bit of her weight as she leans in. It's definitely on purpose when one of her legs drapes over him, her thigh nudging just so up between his. ]

Should I be hurt? [ Wryly: ] It'll break my fucking heart if you only brought me home to break that dry streak.