"We should start doing movies on our own. Bet we'd make much more money than with all this secret agent stuff."

Clint chuckled against her neck and softly blew her hair out of the way to rest his lips on her skin. His hand moved from her thigh under her sweater, to her stomach, tracing harmless, idle lines over her skin.

"Not that it would take much for you to seduce me... I've wanted you since you threw me to the floor the day we met."