And now,” he said, “You’re all sticky. You really need a shower. I happen to have a shower.”“You do?” her voice rose in a squeak.“Yes, I do. And if you’re wondering if that was just a transparent excuse to get your clothes off, then yes, it was. Because I really want to fuck you. I’m sorry, was that too crude?’ “Oh, no.” Her voice was faint, and her heart hammered against her chest. “Not at all. It’s just crude enough.
~ St. Clair
