“I don’t — ooh — know where you got the idea that I was /nice/,” she muttered, knees going weak. “But no, dearest darling beloved Pietro, the sex is most definitely not the only reason I missed you. If I just wanted sex, albeit spectacular sex, I would pay for it.” She pulled his head back a little bit by the hair. “And we are not doing this outside.”
Pietro rolled his eyes. “Well, sometimes. You know, when you’re doing that moaning and screaming thing,” he said with a cocky grin. He pulled back as she pulled his hair, “I seem to have missed something here. I thought that’s why you wanted me around? And I’m better than any hooker, I have a vibrating penis,” he said sighing a little, “You are no fun, Summer.”
“I am plenty of fun,” she said haughtily. “You want to do it in a garden somewhere, up against a window overlooking the street, fine. Just not here.” She shifted against him, letting go her grip on his hair to draw her fingernails down the back of his neck. “Does it shock you,” she whispered, mouth curving in a sly smile, “to know that I want you for reasons other than sex?”