This is perhaps a foolish risk,” she said against his ear.
“What will they do if they catch us?” He gave her a look of mock horror. “Make me marry you?”
“That would be the respectful thing to do.”
“I respect you,” he said darkly, grazing his teeth and tongue over the lace that framed her bosom. “Shall I take you upstairs and respect you over and over again?

Author: Evelyn Pryce