“Now where were those muscles that were hurting?” Ron whispered as he slid beneath the sheets in the bed beside Kara. The door was closed, the lights were off, and so—Kara suddenly realized—were all of Ron’s clothes.

This was not happening tonight—or any other time this weekend!

She placed her hand on Ron’s muscular chest and pushed him back toward the edge of the bed. “Be good!” she whispered fiercely.

“I thought you said I’m always good,” Ron teased back. His hand slid beneath the covers to touch her stomach over top of her light summer nightgown.

She grabbed his hand and tried to push it away but he resisted her. “Put some pajamas on,” she whispered.

“I didn’t bring any,” Ron told her. “Now what about those sore muscles? Did it hurt up here?” Ron slid his hand up her body and cupped one of Kara’s large breasts.

Kara grabbed the hand again and this time successfully pulled it away from her body. “That isn’t a muscle,” she told him.

Ron slid closer so that the long length of his firm naked body pressed against the more slender lines of Kara’s form. His lips nuzzled her ear through the strands of her long dark hair. “Are you certain?” he asked. “Let’s check it out…”