Literature
TMTY Ch. 14
"Ma'am?"
Without responding, DeJosa glided towards him, folding herself onto his lap. He could feel the curve of her behind through his clothes, and the way she rolled her hips intensified it. The little voice in the back of his head screamed that something was definitely wrong with this whole picture, and begged for Rex to get away. However, the other ninety-nine percent of his brain was busy sending blood to his groin.
He shuddered. "Ma'am
I
" But DeJosa had already sensed his need.
Rex sat bolt upright in his bed, a cold sweat enveloping him. He looked around his darkened room, his eyes darting frantically to