I wish," I said. "I could save orgasms in a jar for when I need them, because I think I have a few extra.

I've faked orgasms before, but this is the first time I've faked not having an orgasm.

How grateful are you?" he whispered, his mouth hovering over mine. His eyes were very alert now, and his gaze was boring into mine.

"That kind of ruins it, when you say something like that," I said, trying to keep my voice gentle. "You shouldn't want me to have sex with you just because I owe you."

"I don't really care why you have sex with me, as long as you do it," he said, equally gently.

When they figure out how to bottle up orgasms and sell them as a food additive, I'll be first in line.

Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled.
I'd finally found something Eric did poorly.

You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.