Bob was awakened by an intensely pleasurable, throbbing sensation between his legs.
*What the…?*
He looked down at the nude body, her head bobbing rhythmically with flowing hair covering her face. And he instantly knew who it was. He was aghast.
She looked up when she realized he had awoken. She drew him out of her mouth and smacked her lips wantonly.
“Did you like that?” she said, kissing his taut lower body as she worked her way up.
For the first time, Bob felt no desire for the woman. He held her back by her bare shoulders and shook his head.
“What’s wrong, *Sayang*? I’ve been waiting so long, you know... I want you now!”
“No… Not tonight, Tasha,” he said.
She giggled. “You don’t get to choose...”
“No. Please stop it. We need to talk… we shouldn’t…,” he slurred, still half asleep after a long day.
She was hurt and there was fury in her eyes. He knew trouble loomed.
“What did you say? We need to talk? Shouldn’t what…? Just what do you mean by that?” she hissed.