She ran her hand over his smooth chest, gliding a finger down the middle of his torso and over his relaxed abs. Even calm, they held a tautness to them that made her sex quiver. His pink nipples were shriveled into tight pearls as she continued to stroke his body. “You know,” she began, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, “women would buy books just because your body was on the cover.” She glanced up into his eyes. “Can you imagine someone reading one of my books and picturing you as the male lead? They’d probably be thinking of you as they fucked their battery-operated-boyfriend.” She waggled her eyes at him. “You’d be satisfying women all over the world that you never even met.”
He laughed. “I’m quite happy pleasing the woman in my arms right now.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead.