Josephine aided in any way she could, which, for the most part, was simply lifting her hips slightly so that Bruce could more easily tug her panties off. They were soaked with arousal, possibly even to the point of ruin-definitely the fault of the flowers, though whether she actually wanted this or not couldn't be further from Josephine's mind at the moment.

She closed her eyes as he kissed his way up her torso, one hand clenching her sheet slightly while the other dangled useless off the edge of the bed. One of the best things about living somewhere where everyone had sex was that, inevitably, everyone became quite skilled-and it was obvious Bruce knew what he was doing.