" So what difference does it make where we are? We may as well have some fun.” “I prefer the mountains.” He said it quietly, neutrally. She suddenly grinned at him, that mischievous, impish smile he couldn’t resist. “When an old geezer marries a young chick, he has to learn to get back into the swing of things. Party time. Night life. Does it ring a bell, or has it been too long?” she teased. Gregori bunched her hair in his hand and tugged. “Show some respect, bébé, or I might have to turn you over my knee.” “Kinky.” One delicate shoulder rose and fell in a sexy little shrug. “I’m willing to try anything once.” He leaned over and kissed her. He had to kiss her; he had no other choice. "
― Christine Feehan , Dark Magic (Dark, #4)