“If you’re cold, we’ll turn up the heat,” he said. “I want to look at you.” He had a point, more or less. After everything they’d done, she could hardly feel shy around him. Still, nakedness for its own sake was an odd sensation. It made her vulnerable, as though she’d given him permission to know her in ways that had nothing to do with sex. He seemed perfectly comfortable without any clothes on as he scratched his belly and stretched. She snuggled up against his chest. “Do you like what you do?” “Beats anything else I have the talent for,” he said. “Do you ever . . . that is . . . men can’t always . . .” “Get it up?” he asked. “I’m pretty good at that.” She could hardly have failed to notice that. Even now, after two orgasms, his cock wasn’t completely flaccid. It lay thick against his thigh. “What if you get a client who isn’t . . . well . . . beautiful?” she asked. “All women are beautiful.” He kissed the top of her head.
