Wren didn't mind the innuendo at all as she wriggled out of her dress, then reaching behind her to unhook the bra. She was well aware that the scars that were on her left side were visible, looking like her left arm and leg had been almost flayed like slicing a hot dog lengthwise. That would be for later. But for now, she was ready to join him anywhere he wanted her. "Love it," she purred, already pulling his shirt up out from being tucked in to run her short nails up his abs.

"The hotter the better. Because that makes dessert all the sweeter." Was there a seat on his lap? There was now as she lifted her leg to straddle his, working his shirt off the rest of the way. "Besides, what better way to burn off adrenaline than through marathon sex?"