‘I want Arno to press me against the wall in some discreet little street alcove in Paris, lacing his gloved fingers in mine as he pins my arms behind me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he roughly pounds into me, each of his deep thrusts driving me closer to my peak. I try to stifle my cries as I tremble in orgasm; and Arno muffles them with a kiss. The busy Parisians strolling by are completely oblivious to this scene of passion not a few feet away from them.’