“Hey I don’t go to the gym for you.” Tony laughed. “I do that for me, gives me something to do while I’m not sitting around being molested by you.” He leaned over, eyes still on the tv and kissed her. “The only thing I want to stop is this woman denying her hoarding problem. Seriously, look at all those boxes.”
“Note to self: do not show Tony my library,” Summer murmured. She flicked a glance at the tv, rolled her eyes, and turned back to her boyfriend. “Perhaps we should make another bet. I bet that I can distract you from your show.” She began to plant kisses, slow and deliberate, down his throat, one hand bracing herself and the other sliding toward his crotch.
“Do your best.” Tony laughed, turning up the volume on the TV. “But I really think you underestimate how much I love hoarders.”
She slid her fingers into the waistband of his pants, sucking a hickey into his collarbone. Against his skin, she murmured, “I suppose I overestimate how much you love me?”