DENNER THOMPSON
All my attention is on Briana as she lies in my bed.
When had I ever felt the need to give my attention to just one woman?
Never.
I mean, until now.
Maybe she’s noticed that.
Smiling, I watch her breathing quicken. Unlike yesterday, tonight she’s sober—and apprehensive about what might happen with us sleeping in the same bed.
"I won’t do anything you don’t want, darling. You can be sure of that."
She gasps, swallowing hard at my words.
"Of course, nothing will happen. In fact, I wasn’t even supposed to be here."
I lie down next to her, and she glances over my body.
I’m wearing only pajama pants—no underwear. And of course, my c**k is hard as a rock.
I make no effort to hide my desire.
"Good night, then."
Briana wants me just as much as I want her, but she lets
