Each nip and touch was driven by the forceful desire to forget any such references to seeking and agility. Dory had been with enough women to understand flexibility in the bedroom, he didn't need to wonder about how various men might move, too. Men weren't soft like Winnie was (Greengrass was lanky, at best.)

The thought of Greengrass had Dory pulling away from Winnie with a frustrated groan. Nevermind that she was giving as good as she got, it was all wrong. It wasn't her he wanted (not that his body agreed) but that dancer, or Greengrass. Or both.

Perhaps he ought to try celibacy. Maybe that would banish such thoughts.

He couldn't think of how to explain himself to Winnie, so he rolled off her instead and threw his arm over his eyes. "Sorry." He muttered halfheartedly. "Just need a minute."