Jessie had been in a bit of a daze, but the instant Victor Morgan's hand lifted the hem of her skirt, she abruptly snapped back to her senses.
"Don't!" Jessie let out a shrill cry, looking up with pitiful eyes that glistened like freshly chilled black grapes.
The consequences of her passionate response last night were a sore back and aching muscles this morning.
But on the other hand, Jessie had to admit that last night's experience had actually been quite good.
She was embarrassed, but she couldn't deny it.
It was just that her body, having been pampered since birth, wasn't quite up to the task, even if her spirit was willing.
When Victor Morgan heard Jessie's words, his hand paused. Then, he reached over and flipped on the main light in the bedroom.
In an instant, Jessie's vision was flooded with light.
"What are you doing?" she grumbled, momentarily blinded by the sudden brightness.
Victor took her hand and led her toward the bed. "Let me see."
