"You should know, I do very well with standardized tests," he whispered against her skin as he swung one leg around and slid off the bed to his feet, taking her wrist in one hand as pulling her to her feet.

Once she was on her feet, it took the slightest tug on the hem of the dress to make it pool at her feet. He leaned in, tilting her chin up with one hand and kissed her deeply.

"How am I doing so far, Miss Oliver?" he asked when the kiss broke.