Chapter Eight
Another morning had dawned. Mackenzie could tell by the sound of the birds, winging their way from heavenly perches to caw at the breeze and raise the sleeping. It was still dark, and not time to rise. Her body was swimming in a pure pool of electric energy that felt as if it was pouring from her in wild plumes. It would have been the time of day she would have reached to her side and found Kevin’s body. A few swift maneuvers with his limp p***s, and it would have been alive. She would bounce upon it drawing him from his languid dreamland, and have been awakening him with the best of all starts to the morning. She could always be dominant at that hour, when he wasn’t functioning as clearly as she was. As long as his raw morning erection found its happy conclusion, he
