Phei's hands tightened around her waist — one still buried between her legs, two fingers buried deep and utterly still, the other sliding up her back to fist gently in her hair. "You are abusing capitalism."
"I am enhancing romance."
"You are bribing me with a car."
"I am investing in happiness."
"My happiness or yours?"
Maddie kissed the corner of his mouth, then the hinge of his jaw, then lower, a slow descending line that made the rest of his sentence forget its appointment. While her mouth worked, Phei began to move his fingers again — slow, shallow thrusts, just enough to make her feel every inch, never quite deep enough, never quite fast enough.
His free hand continued to play with her exposed breasts, squeezing, kneading, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she was panting against his throat.
"Mine first."
"Honest," he managed.
"Always with you."
