Lynette stares into his eyes, silent. A smile slowly forms on her lips, "That doesn't matter to me, Vadim, as long as we are happy."

He sighs, smiling and though he does not show it, he is nervous. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to hers. Her tentative hands slide up his body and under his jacket, pushing it from his arms. He makes no move to undress her, letting her set the pace; when her fingers wiggle their way under his shirt to his warm flesh, her breathing quickens. Vadim allows her to pull it up and over his head.

Slowly he slides off of the loveseat, kneeling before...