"You're the only one who gets it when I'm hot, sweaty, naked, and sated," he solemnly swore. He would have held his hand up, but that would have meant he had to stop playing with her breasts. He was loathe to move his hands from there.

"You have thrown the emergency brake on my bits." He squeezed her breasts gently. "Not my hands though. What other gift?"

He didn't recall another gift being mentioned. Then again, he had been singularly focused on his wife in a sheer nightie.