Most of his women in the past had been paid for, and they always said yes. He’d never worried before now whether a woman actually meant it. She laughed as he carried her down the hall. He loved how her curls bounced, loved how she wiggled against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tight, as if she actually enjoyed being held by him. When they got to the door, her mouth was too tightly attached to his for him to give an open command, so he bumped at the plate with his hip. Nothing. Pulling his head away from hers, he muttered, “Damn, I can’t seem to get anything to go right tonight.” She giggled as she slid down his body. Her hand snaked around to the front of his pants, cupping his erection lightly. “At least one thing seems to be doing just fine,” she muttered. He slapped at the doorplate and it slid open. Together they stumbled into the small room, and he gave mental thanks to the Goddess that he’d opted for a full size bed. He’d never anticipated anyone to share it with, but he’d figured the extra sleeping space would be worth sacrificing some living space.
