Chapter 11
Hannah crawled down the bed to get a better look. She wasn’t sure exactly what had happened. “You came?” she asked Nathaniel.
She felt like a minx, on all fours, wearing black lingerie, with her butt in the air.
“I didn’t come,” Nathaniel replied. He held out his hand. It was slathered in jizz. So was his belly.
With a chuckle, she said, “Well, somebody obviously did.”
Mr. A-for-Armando collapsed into the chair she’d smacked her lip on. He breathed a heavy sigh and let his head fall to one side. What a hottie, sitting there stroking his waning erection. The agency sure picked a winner.
Hannah turned her attention to her husband. “So?” she asked. “What was it like?”
He looked away and shrugged. “Like giving a hand job, I guess.”
“And getting one,” she added. S
