"Have you ever made love against a piano?" He gently whispered in my ear before capturing it in between his teeth. My loins trembled and ached as I worked up a response. "No." "Let's fix that." ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs. ɴᴀᴍᴇs, ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs, ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs ᴏʀ ɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇsᴇᴍʙʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴs, ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɪs ᴄᴏɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ.