“Actually, no. I may be inexperienced compared to your other women, but I'm not naive, nor am I stupid. It occurred to me this morning. You've known me for two years and never so much as asked me to coffee and then all of a sudden, you want access to my panties.'I like your panties,' he said with a feral grin.Ethan! Be serious.”

“What, no panty ripping today?" I tease. "What is it with you and panties anyway? What's your beef with them?" He lifts his head, grinning at me. "It's a love/hate relationship, baby. I love how they look on you. Hate that they're blocking my access." I giggle.”

“I'm not stupid, I know your heart's involved in this and I've never, not once in all the time you've known me, given you the idea that I won't handle it with care.”

“I want to make you faint. I will make you faint. You've had this coming to you for years. None of the fools you've known have kissed you like this - have they? Your precious Charles or Frank or your stupid Ashley... I said your stupid Ashley. Gentlemen all - what do they know about women? What do they know about you? I know you.”

“Do you want me to touch you inside your panties?”

“One of many yummy encounters between Sydney and Grant, “No panties?” he whispered. I smiled wickedly, “I told you...you would not get into my panties, I never said anything about my jeans!” He started to laugh and lifted me up, still straddling him, carrying me with my legs wrapped around his waist to his bedroom.”