" It's intense--the way he's touching me, the feel of his mouth, the level of turned on he's making me. I need to bring it down a little, gain some control back even if it's just a molecule of it. So, as his mouth drifts from mine back down toward my breasts I use my martial arts training, carefully positioning my legs between his and reach out with my arms and--boom! I flip him.

It's not graceful, and I almost fall off the bed when I do it and end up flailing a little, which I'm sure looks extra ridiculous topless, but I flipped him and he looks impressed. Stunned but impressed. "Cool. I've never fucked a ninja before."

I laugh--loudly. "You don't fuck ninjas. They fuck you. "

― Victoria Denault , Slammed (San Francisco Thunder, #2)