Okay, that was definitely a level beyond anything they had done. Roosevelt sort of wondered if she would have turned out like that if they had stayed together. If she would have been happy. Shit, was she going to be happy now? Roosevelt could be physical during sex but tying up with vines was kind of out of his wheelhouse.

"What did you imagine me doing?" he asked, smacking her ass again as he rocked his hips a bit. It was like recon, finding out what she wanted so he could work on some sort of strategy. Maybe the wrong way to go about sex but he wanted to make her happy.