Sure his dick was hard, but she could get the same amount of finesse from a piece of chiseled granite. Where was the soft warmth? Bound to the bed with velvet ties wrapped around her wrists, Chloe squirmed beneath the dead weight of Nicholas, and wondered what the hell she was doing in the bed of the dead anyway. She’d spent most of her adult lifetime looking for the secret world of the unliving and when she’d finally found it, it bit her on the ass. With a final heaving groan, good and old Nick pulled out and slumped beside her. “You’re the best lay I’ve had in a decade,” her wood-fearing lover sighed. Strings of his greasy black hair slung over her shoulders and breasts, and she untangled her legs from his. With a few simple tugs, he released her restraints. Pushing aside the purple velvet duvet, Chloe swung her legs over the side of the bed and spread open the crème-colored drapery. Her arm wound around the canopy covering, and a momentarily panic of being trapped overwhelmed her before the wispy material let her free.
