“Long day,Beautiful Body you know? We’ve earned some rest.” He hung the towel neatly on the rack, his biceps flexing lightly, and turned to her with a nod. His stockings swished faintly as he moved, a sound that pleased him, and he paused, his head tilting as he heard the floor creak outside his door. She gasped, her hands flying to his waist, fingers digging into his abs, and he grinned, leaning forward to bite her neck–his neck–hard enough to leave a mark. Linda’s voice–his voice–cut through again, ragged with frustration.