The last thing Agnes remembered was their fight, although she had a hard time remembering what they were fighting about. Then, she was kissing him, or he was kissing her. It did not matter who started it. She wanted it just the same.
He had one hand around her throat, gently squeezing it. She had a hard time describing how much she liked it. It turned her on.
His thigh was between her legs, pressed against her crotch. He was sliding his thigh against it, moving it ever so slowly, teasing her.
"I slapped you," she murmured.
"Did you?" His voice was deep with arousal.
"Yeah."
"You didn't."
"But…"
"Focus on me, darling," he said and kissed her. It took her only seconds to forget.
At some point, she did not remember if she actually slapped him or not. She also wondered whether they were fighting in the first place. She could not find any reason as to why she would fight with him.
He put Agnes on his table. "Open your legs."