Thornston Mansion….
"Brad!" Alicia whispered, trembling and making him chuckle.
"Alicia…." He growled, loving every single bit of what they were doing. The two were very giddy, with a whole lot of euphoria, but deep down, they felt like puppets, adhering to the directions of the puppeteers because of the drugs.
Brad kissed the tip of one nipple,
"You're flushed," he said, voice low and ragged.
She opened her eyes a fraction, studying him,
"You look drunk,' she countered, eyes dancing with a mix of concern and something else that made the haze in his mind thicker.
"Not drunk,' he said, standing unsteadily. "Drugged. Those bastards!"
He got up swiftly with her in his arms, and staggered towards the bathroom door, and her hand brushed against his butt.
That touch was fire.
He muttered a curse, swerved, and quickened his pace towards the en-suite bathroom.
