Madeline turned onto her side to face me, her nightgown slipping off one shoulder and exposing a generous amount of her full breast. She didn't bother fixing it. Instead, she stared at me with hungry, half-lidded eyes.
"Come closer," she ordered softly, her tone dripping with need. When I shifted only slightly, she let out an impatient little huff. "Don't make me repeat myself, Dexter. I want my bodyguard right here… where I can feel safe."
She reached out and grabbed my arm firmly, tugging me across the gap until our bodies were pressed much closer together. Her soft, full breasts mashed warmly against my side through the thin nightgown as she snuggled in possessively.
One of her smooth legs slid over mine, hooking around my thigh to lock me in place. Her hand trailed slowly down my chest, then boldly slipped under my shirt, her fingers exploring the hard ridges of my abs with obvious hunger.
