Ogma swallowed a bit nervously when he felt the thrill of her caress. Still, at this point there was no way he could deny the fact that he wanted her, try as he might have to resist it. Might as well go with it. That was one thing about Ogma--he never did anything halfway.

"Turnabout is fair play," he reminded her, partly teasing, and he moved to the thin straps of fabric over her hips. Oh, sure, if he'd wanted to he could have ripped it away like tissue paper, but all those years of marriage had taught him better than that. Instead, in a single deft motion, he slipped it right off her.

"You are very beautiful," he admitted softly.