"You are."

"So you say."

"I do say."

"This is ridiculous."

Olivia grinned, running her hand through her long hair as she leaned up. She walked her fingers slowly up Peter's chest. "I'm not so sure about that," she teased, resting her chin over his heart as she looked up at him.

He looked down at her, the black silk sheet a tempting counterpoint against her flesh. "Talking," he said quietly, "is pointless."

"Is it really?" she asked, shedding the sheet as she crawled up his naked body.

His hands slid down her back to cup her bottom. "Yes."

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