“Oops,” she said, staggering a little, as she struggled to kick off her sexy block heeled, fashion pumps, which she wore without stockings.

Taking the jacket from her shoulders, I threw it aside.

“Hey,” she objected, “I’ll have you know that’s a Ralph Lauren jacket, not something from Primark.”

It was one of those moments that served to underscore the fact that you simply can’t buy class. But she was absolutely irresistible when she was annoyed.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” I answered, as I took her into my arms.

Warning: This erotic short story contains bad language and explicit straight sex.