"Do I seem easily overwhelmed?" Lucille asked, letting the arm on Ezra's shoulder slip around his neck. If playing a game with words hadn't been so arousing in itself, it would have been hard to keep herself in control, standing his close and with his arms around her.

"But I don't want to give you the impression that I am in any way complaining. Anticipation is a wonderful thing, after all."

Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt a pang of guilt; not because of what they were doing or where she wanted this to lead, but because until very recently being unfaithful had not been an option to her. And here she was, quite unable to resist.

"Or do you want me to suggest things?"