“That was the hottest sex we’ve ever had,” I panted. “Literally. The entire floor and part of your desk are burned.” He pushed up on his elbows, his lips turning down as he looked around the room. The plush rug we’d been lying on was now a fluffy layer of ashes beneath us. The walls around the chimney and mantle were burned and streaked with black. His brow smoothed out, and he looked at me with the most egotistical, shit-eating grin I had ever seen. “We should try lightning next.”
