His right hand left her breast and slid down her smooth, firm tummy. He took in a deep breath and exhaled with his eyes still closed.

Christy dreaded where Reggie's hand seemed to be going, but it stopped at the waistband of her thong.

He resumed lightly sleeping.

She remained motionless. She wanted to sneak out of bed, find the car keys and get away. But she still didn't know where she would go.

She had allowed things with Reggie to go too far for too long. She was in bed sleeping with him, wearing a thong from Victoria's Secret. Their sex was becoming consensual. How could she have let...