Creatures of THE Night
How wonderfully old school, and they said Lucy didn't have a sense of humor anymore.
"Nadya Simmons." Her name rolled off my tongue and made a shiver run down my spine and right into my prick. I groped at myself, looking at her picture, cupping my balls. "Single and ready to mingle based on all these wet dreams she's been having lately after a certain Father Jacobs, Zachary Teller, and Piotr Bartko. Oh, she definitely has a type: tall, dark, and vaguely threatening. I think I can work with that for a honeypot. But what about—"