“I like bad girls,” Leolo admitted, running his hands over Rose’s torso, savoring every beautiful inch of her.  Had he glimpsed a flicker of jealousy in her eyes when he mentioned the other woman?  Like him, Rose possessed fierce passions -- he shouldn’t have spoken about  a previous affair so casually.  Hastily, Leolo attempted to reassure his lover.  “And I like you, Rose.  I like you very much.  So don’t worry about other women.  Now that I can have you in my bed, I won’t want any other.”<br/><br/>As if to seal the promise that his words contained, Leolo kissed Rose again, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.  For several minutes, he thoroughly explored that moist cavern, while simultaneously grinding his hips against her naked body.  But eventually, Leolo found himself craving a level of contact that his clothing prevented.  Sitting back up, he passed his hand across Rose’s breasts, strengthening the spell he’d cast on them.  Now she would feel hands on them as well as mouths.  “I need to get undressed.  But I’ll be back soon...unless I decide to take a bath or read a book.”  The last was spoken with a mischievous wink.<br/><br/>Truthfully, he could have made his clothing disappear as easily as he’d made Rose’s nightgown disintegrate.  But since she seemed to be enjoying their game, he wanted torment her a little longer.  Sliding off the bed, Leolo passed through the canopy of golden chain.  Then he walked over to his wardrobe.  In no particular hurry, Leolo removed his garments, carefully laying them out for the washerwoman to take in the morning.