“Oh...a lot of one and some of the other.”

“Oh my.”

“Why is anyone the way they are? That’s kind of hard to answer. Why do some people like cheese and other people hate it? Do you like cheese?”

“Oh, fuck the paperwork”

“Why? Were you hoping for something more exotic?"My inner goddess pops her head above the parapet."Oh no. I've had enough exotic for one day."Mr inner goddess pouts at me.”

“Cold?” Christian asks softly and bends to lick and suckle all the ice cream off me once more, his mouth hot compared to the cool of the ice. Oh my. It’s torture. As it starts to melt, the ice cream runs off me in rivulets on to the bed. His lips continue their slow torture, sucking hard, nuzzling, softly—Oh please!—I’m panting. “Want some?” And before I can confirm or deny his offer, his tongue is in my mouth, and it’s cold and skilled and tastes of Christian and vanilla. Delicious.”

“There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.”