Jane Sampson was caught off guard, still in a daze when a man, heavy like a big mountain, pressed down on her.
"James Black, you..." Jane blinked her eyes, thought for a moment, pushed the man on top of her, and then said, "Do you sleep with the light on?"
It wasn't as if a big girl was climbing into a bridal sedan; the man was clinging to her, and even the dull Jane Sampson knew what James Black was up to.
In the past, James Black would usually wait for the lights to go out before doing this sort of thing with her: in the dark and haphazard, each time Jane felt the person above her was incredibly forceful as if trying to crush her to death, yet she couldn't make out any expression on James Black's face.
This time, the room was brightly lit; for the first time, Jane saw desire on James Black's face—not emotional affection but raw lust.
"No need," James Black replied with a hoarse voice and then began to unbutton Jane's pajamas.
