Chapter 8
Alex woke the next morning from a flying dream to Kimberly with her hand in his shorts, pumping his c**k through his underwear. He opened his mouth and moaned. Kimberly withdrew her hand. She folded her arms over Alex's chest and propped her chin on top, smiling at him. She wore a T-shirt, her body was half wrapped in the sheets. "That was so cute last night."
"You heard?"
"I crept down the hall and listened. You tried to come in the room all brazen and maleish, and you thought you got off scot-free—I started to think you did, too—but then, was it Trevor? asked and you answered just like I said you had to, like a good prince."
"That was so embarrassing."
"You mean?" Kimberly tapped his chest.
"Humiliating, I meant. Sorry."
She slipped her ha
