"You'd never hear the end of it," Maeve answers. "Robin likes me."

But she doesn't want to talk about Robin right now. Her bra and shirt are still out in the living room and she figures Robin will make a very educated guess about what's going on behind this closed door whenever she gets home, but Maeve's focus is entirely how it feels having Steve leaning over her, his mouth on her skin. She feels flushed, overheated in a way she hasn't in some time, and she shifts under Steve, then hooks one leg around his to pull him closer.

Her hands slide over his shoulder as he kisses her, then down his back, over the curve of his ass. She wants to fit their hips together, to feel him hard against her thigh, and she groans into his mouth, the sound muffled as she presses herself against him.