"Kaitlyn Webb!?" The man's immediate reaction was to grab the blanket, preparing to cover her half-naked body.
Kaitlyn yanked hard, pulling the blanket from his hands and forcefully throwing it to the floor.
She pulled his head down, pressing his face against her chest, and whispered in his ear, "Like this... do you feel anything?"
Morgan Benson's face pressed against the tender skin of her chest, his large body tensing in response. He hadn't expected this move from Kaitlyn. His brows were furrowed, yet he didn't move, seeming somewhat indifferent.
"Kaitlyn, are you sure you're sober?" He grasped her arm, lifted his face, and spoke in a low tone, his gentle face revealing no emotion.
"Still don't feel anything?" Kaitlyn felt her heart plunge into an abyss, cold engulfing her entire being.
Her body trembled slightly, provoked and not entirely sober, she threw caution to the wind. She quickly removed her last piece of underwear, cradling the man's head, her eyes reddening.
