Beatrice laughed. She nodded, and then, in response, her fingers carefully unbuttoned Sam's shirt. Occasionally, she glanced at Sam, who had trapped her. There was impatience in his expression, but he seemed to enjoy the touch Beatrice was giving him.

"You can unclasp the belt, right?"

"I've done it countless times. How could I not know?"

Sam gave another kiss. "You're smart."

Somewhat hastily, Sam took off his pants once Beatrice successfully unfastened the belt and button. "I can't wait ...