Henry was having the most wonderful dream.
He was n***d in his bed, and Caro was n***d in his bed with him. And she was kissing his neck and running her hands all over his chest, right down across his stomach to his rock-hard—
Henry came awake with a start, to discover that his dream was not, in fact, a dream.
Oh, no, this was reality. Glorious, glorious reality!
He would have liked to say that, upon waking, he greeted Caroline charmingly. That he stroked a hand along her cheek and whispered, “Good morning, darling.”
But in the spirit of honesty, he was forced to acknowledge that there was little sophistication in the feral groan that emerged from his mouth when he awoke to find her soft, sweet hands stroking up and down his c**k.
A few words he would not normally have uttered in the
