"Looks like I won," he said, his voice gravelly. He kissed her forcefully, making her sit up and wrap hr arms around him, tugging at his hair. His hands too were tugging at her clothes. Like magic, he got them off without a problem.
Katherine could see that he was happy that she wore nothing underneath.
"You can take me," she promised, hearing his thoughts. "But only after you admit that I won."
"So competitive," he commented with a grin. The banter continued as they wrapped around each other, moving without abandon. Mid-sex, a thought crossed Cage's mind.
'At least I covered dinner.'
- - - - -
Early the next morning, Cage's cell phone rang and he startled awake. He pressed the pillow to his face so that he could ignore it. When he felt Katherine shifting beside him, sounding distressed, he moved over and pulled the phone to his ears.
"Hello?" he answered groggily.
