"Really okay," she assured him. Not the kind of really okay that meant she was going over the line, but she was okay with skirting it. Her slim fingers deftly unfastened his pants, and she slipped her hand inside and wrapped it around his warm length.

She might not be okay with having sex with him right now, but if the only time she ever got to be close to him at all was that island influenced fisaco, she was going to regret it; so this, she was totally okay with.

Technicalities.