Chastity could feel him turning to putty under the assault, and would have had to admit she was feeling much the same. However, before things could go too far, she pulled away and stood triumphantly over him. He opened his eyes and blinked. “Whoa,” was all he could say, and even that took some effort.
“Damn right,” Chastity gloated.
“Can we do that again?”
She grinned at him. “Not now.”
“Please?”
“No.”
Jack sighed and sagged in defeat. “You’re evil.”
“Hey!” She swatted him. “That was mean!”
“It’s also true,” Jack said.
Chastity swatted him again. “It is not!” she protested.
“It is so! What do you call what just happened?” Jack pointed out. Chastity didn’t have an immediate response; Jack seized the moment. “That’s what I thought.” She swatted him a third time. “Ah, the sweet pain of victory.”
“You’re the evil one,” Chastity complained.
Jack thought about it. “Well, okay, maybe a little.”