“Now we repeat that, to see if we liked it. But this time, in nothing but the boots.”
“I’m pretty sure I liked it,” she said. His fingers found her, stroked.
“I know. Me too. But best to be certain,” he said and pulled her to him.
“True story. If you’re going to be my assistant, I do want you to be thorough.”
“I aim to please,” Greg said, his hands exploring her again.
“My God,” she said. “I’ve noticed.”