Clarisse's current thought was that she couldn't let him say a word; she had to mesmerize him straight to bed. Having been with him for so long, she knew he was most agreeable when he wanted her. She smiled softly, her little hands continuously drifting over him. Her body, bare beneath the pajamas, pressed into his arms, with her chest's contour distinctly outlined through the thin fabric, making him a bit dizzy. He pushed her away, still having more to say.
Unexpectedly, she lifted her hand and slowly pulled down the strap of her pajamas, staring at the endless spring scene before him. The string of rationality that had been taut snapped with a snap, and he swept her up, tossing her onto the big bed. His dark eyes burned with desire.
"Clarisse, it's you who insisted on provoking me!"
