Tempting Nights
James," Antonette said in a raspy voice that made him unconsciously gulp.
He knew she was not yet in her right mind. She's wasted. She is not yet sober. But as he stared at Antonette, whose long hair was tangled on her pillow. She called his name in a slurred but seductive voice, her face flushed and panting. James could feel his manhood slowly coming into life.
He's fucked.
No, no, no. Keep your cool, James. Control yourself, Goddamnit! She's just drunk and is not thinking right now. She's not in her right mind, so don't! Please don't do it! He could hear the rational part of his brain whispering.