It takes her a moment, but her legs do release him, falling to the bed heavily as she runs her hands over his shoulders and upper arms. Anita likes this the most, she thinks. When her heart is still racing, her body tender and tingling with the aftershocks, and her lover still pressed close. It's intimacy she only really shares with Jean-Claude and Richard.

Anita cups Jean-Claude's face, lifting it from her throat, and kisses him softly. It's distinctly different from their earlier kisses, more languid and loving.