Cyndi Preble

“I think I better leave.” “No.” That one word stopped her dead cold. “Come here.” “Why?” “Because.” As if it was enough of an answer. She shook her head. “It’s only going to confuse things. You don’t want anything serious, and I’m not going to be some late night booty call.” He shot off the bed and was in front of her in seconds. “That offends me.” “Sorry.” She tried to put some space between them, but he just continued to close the gap. “I’m just being honest. Am I wrong?” He grasped her head, threading his fingers through her hair. “I’ll let you know after.” “After what?” “After this.” He kissed her”
― Elayne DiSano, For Her Honor

“He kissed her, then playfully slapped her on the ass before she went for her clothes. “Don’t bother.” He picked up his clothes and tossed her his black t-shirt. “Easy access later.” She caught it, holding it up to her body. “Oh? There’s going to be a later?” He stepped into his jeans. “There’s gonna be an all night if you keep standin’ there.”
― Elayne DiSano, For Her Honor