Sylvie wipes the edge of her lip carefully as they leave the alley, making sure she’s as put together as she can be, given the circumstances. No one even gives them a second look as they stride out onto the sidewalk or, if they do, it’s because of the impressive couple they make and not because they know what’s just gone on.

“Why do I feel you won’t even be able to get up the stairs?” she asks, smiling slyly as they walk. They’re not running, that would appear much too desperate, but they’re certainly walking with purpose.

The townhouse is just around the corner and down three. She wants to see if she can really goad him into fucking her against the closed front door.

“I bet I can resist you long enough to get to the bedroom,” she says, a challenge lighting up her eyes.