Summary:

"I've been thinking," Ilya murmurs, breath hot against Shane's mouth. "We never tested how many times you can come in an hour. You said two. Now I think you could do four."

Shane's head spins as all his blood rushes south. "This seems like an awfully complicated distraction," he says.

He feels Ilya grin against his lips. "So? It's working."

Shane wants to talk about Ilya's move to Ottawa. Ilya doesn't want to talk much at all.