"You might want to be careful what you say, Dave. I might just sit her on the edge of the bed and let you watch me while I eat this whole can of whipped cream." She squirted a little on the inside of her arm and made a show of slowly lapping it up.

"Or I might really take you at your word and let you just watching while I take care of myself." She sat back down on the bed, legs spread, her meaning blatantly obvious. She wondered just how long he would last, a show like that, without begging. The one time she'd stood in the doorway to the bathroom in nothing but see through lace and touched herself between the legs, teasing him, he'd been across the room in seconds. He'd taken her right there against the wall before she'd even caught her breath. She still caught herself fantasizing about that night.