Bobby’s eyes widened. Then he swallowed like there was an anvil in his throat.
“You want me...”
She waited for him to continue but he didn’t seem capable. So she shifted and the pain brought him back from wherever his glazed gaze had taken him.
“You want me to rip your underwear off?”
Given the need to clamp her thighs together, she didn’t care how he worded it. She nodded.
“I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven,” he murmured.
“You will if you don’t watch it, Wichowski. Just...reach under...

Author: Dee Tenorio