He had a plane to catch, and was already a bit late. Something about that kiss goodbye just tripped a switch in both of us. Next thing I knew, my robe was off, his pants were down, and we were rolling around on the hallway carpet. 5 minutes later he was in the car and I was still gasping for breath. He told me later that he could smell me on his hands all the way to Chicago.

Remembering that has me convinced that I need to find more excuses for quickies .