Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
She snorted. “He is a kitty. Kitties twine. Try to pay attention.” Snuggling a little closer, she sighed contentedly. “I feel very, very good.”
“Yes, your majesty — I’m ever so sorry for getting it wrong,” he drawled sarcastically, before shaking with laughter and wrapping his arms around her, “I love you, Summer.”
In retaliation she tickled him, at least until he squashed her into a hug. “Mmm, I know,” she said smugly.