"Oh, Francois," I breathily said. "You'll have to hurry. My boyfriend will be back soon." Ethan grunted and slipped his arms around mine, pulling him tight against my body. "My desire is impatient," he said in a French accent that was surprisingly believable. "It will not wait, and damn your boyfriend." I turned to face him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and caught his bottom lip gently between my teeth. "Then by all means, Francois, let's get to it."