Tristan couldn't help but chuckle. "Is that what it is? You want a fairy tale love?" "And some great sex." "I thought I was giving you that." There was a spark in her eyes that could have either been disappointment or lust. Tristan knew it was both in that moment. "I need more than just fifteen minutes every Friday night." "It used to be everyday." She nodded, as if she could remember every sexual encounter from the moment they met to this very one now. "I want the thrill of possibly getting caught. I want to be fucked, Tristan. This is the first night we're alone in this house in weeks, and you haven't even tried to fuck me." He stood, walked over to her, and pulled her against the erection in his pants, teasing her erected nipple beneath her thin t-shirt. "You didn't think I would bend you over and fuck you anywhere I'd like?"