Katie slid her thumbs into the waistband of Damien's boxers and worked them to the floor. When he stepped out of them, she put both hands against his chest and lightly shoved him onto the bed. He went willingly, happy to enjoy whatever her inventive mind had planned.

"Scoot up." There was a big pile of pillows padding the wrought iron headboard. Damien immediately followed instructions and reclined against them. True to her word, Katie rewarded him by climbing onto the bed and ...