"Wait," Avery mumbles. "Not like this—the bed will be more comfortable."
Mamai hovers over her, and a smile twists the corner of his mouth. He glances over his shoulder at the fluffy, king size bed and then looks down at the small sofa. He loosens his grip on her wrist and leaps to his feet.
She struggles to stand—the room still feels like it's spinning. Mamai looks down at her, and she smiles up at him in a way she hopes is sexy and inviting. He licks his lips and squeezes his erection through his pants. Bile rises in her throat, and she swallows hard, forcing it back down.
