"Robin, hi," Buffy breathed into the phone. "I'm uh, running a little late." She looped a finger through the keychain on her bedside table, letting it jangle in the air. "Stupid car keys wanted to play hide and seek."
Two hands slipped around her waist and traveled north to tease her nipples. Buffy gulped. "Oh, uh-huh?"
A sotto voce murmur rumbled into her neck. She dropped the keys.
Grasping her hips, he nudged his latest erection against her slippery-wet entry.
Eyes closing, she pushed back in answer. "Sure. I'll be there before you can say..." Fuck me, Spike. "...something fast."