There was something wonderful about kissing a beautiful woman in front of an open window on a starlit night. He leaned in to the kiss perhaps more greedily than he should have. He had been treating her with kid gloves before, trying to be accommodating so as not to spook her away, but she'd started it. She'd moved to kiss him, and she'd not stopped at short and innocent. And they were on the precipice now, nearly on the windowsill; he wasn't impatient, but he was full of anticipation.

"I want to do something your husband would never do," he told her in a confidential tone when their kiss ended. He really ought to have gotten her out on to the roof first; now they were in danger of never making it out, if they became too distracted.

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