“No, no, I don’t want that.”“I didn’t ask.”

“You know I still don’t like your…hobby.”“Didn’t ask your opinion.” Jake rubbed his aching ribs. “If you want mine: anyone using the missionary position twice in a row should serve time.”

“No. No, I don’t want my hands restrained.”“Yes. You do.”

“When I want to.” He ran his finger over her lips. “You don’t get a vote, honey.”

“You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t care, Abby.”“I don’t.” She glared at him, so full of life she almost glowed.“You do.” He kissed the pouting lips lightly. “And I’m going to keep you.”

“You have a piercing.” “So I do.”“Didn’t that hurt?”“A bit.”

“You don’t speak again, unless to use your safe word or yellow to indicate you’re frightened.”“I was at yellow the minute I walked in the door.”