"Goodbye, come again," Lynette called to the last customers as they walked to their car. Exhausted, she turned and sank into a chair.
"Hey," cried Rick, as he was leaving the room, "you can't go falling sleep when I've made you dinner."
"You made me dinner!" exclaimed Lynette.
Rick returned from the kitchen with two plates of food and a bottle of red wine. The room was filled with the glow of dim lights, which Lynette considered warm and cosy. Rick placed the food on a table for two, and poured out the wine. Lynette and Rick toasted the good business that evening, then sank into Rick's sensual cooking.
Lynette reached for her blonde hair freeing from her clip and ran her fingers through it slowly. She exhaled deeply and took a sip of her wine.
"You know, you look beautiful with your hair down."
"Really?" asked Lynette, making herself vulnerable.
"Yeah," whispered Rick as rose to feet and strolled across to Lynette, "really beautiful." Rick caressed Lynette's smooth cheek then cupped it with his firm hand, leaned in and placed his lips on hers. Lynette rose up out of her chair and into Rick's body. She pulled him closer to her, they swayed with passion. Colliding with the stone wall, Lynette struggled to sink into him deeper, finally raising herself to his height, wrapping her legs around his waist. Rick pushed her further into the wall, attacked her tongue with his in a fit of passion. His mouth groped hers with immense strength. Her hands clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin, as they into a heap on the floor.