“Summer, are you trying to get me naked?” Tony said, copying her mischievous look. “Normally I wouldn’t even ask, but this is a special situation so I thought I’d ask before just ripping my pants off,” he laughed.
“I am merely inquiring as to your needs being satisfied, Tonybaby,” she said demurely. “I don’t want you to be disappointed.” Settling a little deeper into his side, she draped an arm over his hips, face tipped up to his.
“So the simpler less pretentious answer to my question would be ‘Yes Tony. I want you naked because you’re so super sexy and I wish I had the balls to grab your hand and lose the bet.” Tony grinned looking down to her. “Is that about the size of it?”
“You are so arrogant,” she muttered, poking him in the side. “Anyway, balls are your department. If you want to be naked, I’m not stopping you. I, however, have no opinion on the matter.”