CHAPTER THREE
For the second time that day, May woke up groggy, but this time there was a feline smile on her face and when she reached out, it was only a lazily stretch. She was on the couch in the living room. She didn't know how she got there, and didn't care. She felt fat and happy, without a care in the world. All she wanted to do was smile over the absolutely mad s*x dreams she'd had and then roll over and go back to sleep again.
"The s*x bomb stirs," said a masculine voice.
"Hmm? Alex?"
She turned her head and saw her husband, sitting in his favorite chair, glass of tomato juice in his hand, wearing his robe. He'd been sitting in that chair at the start of her wild s*x dream. Or had it been a dream?? ? Dear heavens, it had been a nightmare, and it had been all too real!! !
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