Clint surprisingly gave up quite easily, though from his grin Natasha was sure he wasn’t done with her. Even if she spurned his advances, he could always get her with his words.

Last night, before she had made an offer he couldn’t refuse, he had been ready and willing to ignore his own needs to give her continuous pleasure, barely even pausing to let her breath in between, no matter how uncomfortable he had been. Apparently that was not a one time thing, and she actually felt goosebumps over her skin as she thought about all the possibilities.

“Well I can’t really help it,” she teased. “You know one of these days I’m going to have to return the favour...”