Her eyes squeezed shut at the bruising tightness he was gripping her with, and she writhed a little in his grasp even as he met his erratic thrusts with her own hips. She couldn't believe he'd gone from zero to sixty so fast. She'd just come over to see that body and somehow wound up in his bed.


Funny how it worked out between her and doctors, wasn't it? First it was Italian than an alleyway, now it was a reanimated corpse and bloodplay.


"I...I'll stay the night," she said resolutely. "I'll...mmf...fuck...I'll call Jack in the morning. I still have to work, you--nngh!--know...I have...an article to write..."


She pulled away to give him the best smile she could at that point in time. "I'll definitely stay with you, though."