She strolled into their bedroom after her shower, fluffy white robe tied neatly at her waist, twirling one of the sash ends lazily in a circle. Long, slim legs and feet bare, toes painted siren red. Smooth dark hair swung over one shoulder with each step she took.
He looked up from his book, startlingly blue eyes alight with interest as she bent forward to kiss him.
Book forgotten, he hooked one finger into the gaping neck of her robe, pulling her closer and closer until she could feel his warm breath by her ear.
Shivering with delight, she gasped as his cool hands slid inside her robe, unerringly finding soft, damp curves. As the robe fell away, she heard his sharp intake of breath, felt his approval as she snuggled into his embrace.
Yes, she thought with satisfaction, that flowed well. And tapping her siren red-painted fingernails on the keyboard, she proceeded to write the next page.