I couldn't help but worry about Skip. He had been so supportive through all my troubles and the constant talk of my other lovers. I knew deep down it must have hurt him, made him jealous or angry. But he never let it show. He was always there for me, a beacon of light in my turbulent life.
"Skip," I murmured softly, "you've been too good to me."
He looked at me, his kind eyes searching my face. "Alisha, I'm here for you. No matter what."
"Let me show you how much I appreciate your support," I whispered, as I slid down from the couch onto my knees before him. My gaze locked with his, I could see a flicker of surprise and desire dance within his eyes.
Slowly, I unzipped his pants, feeling the heat radiating from his growing arousal. I reached inside and pulled out his throbbing erection,
