Jack

　　Erina smelled like a juicy peach. I wanted to sink my teeth into her, but I held back. Instead I focused on her soft little hand in mine as I led her out of the front room. I didn't pause until we got to my new playroom. I pushed the door open and smiled at the electric chair sitting in the middle. She paused, tensing up and refusing to take another step forward. Scowling, I pulled her into the room and shut the door behind us. Maybe Paxton was okay with giving a show, ...