Not me.Maybe you’re more screwed up than you thought? Maybe the program didn’t work.
Maybe you’re more screwed up than you thought? Maybe the program didn’t work.No. I refused to believe that.
Before I could lose my nerve, I opened the door and took two steps into the barren living area. To my relief, Zarren was seated at the table, head bent over his task as he organized his super-secret, not-for-me papers.
Fuck me, he was gorgeous. My n*****s tightened into hard pebbles, the soft slide of my nightgown a sensual caress. I wanted his mouth on them, sucking me deep. Or his hands. Hell, I wanted both, everywhere.
My core pulsed, the nearly constant state of arousal I’d been in since the processing simulation roared back to life.
He didn’t look at me as I stepped closer, but his nostrils
