Sticky. Her breast was sticky. Her lips, her face felt sticky. Wiggling ineffectually in her bed, Bordeaux noticed that her thighs were sticky. It was hard to pull her right thigh away from her left thigh so that she could edge her right foot out from underneath the blanket and cover.
"I hate this damned mattress," Bordeaux declared as she finally managed to drape her right foot over the edge of the soft mattress and use that foot to pull her lower half closer to the edge of the bed.
"Yeah, I don't know why people are so crazy about these Tempurpedic mattresses," a deep male voice agreed. "Need help getting out?"
"Yes!" Bordeaux said gratefully.
Suddenly a male shape was in front of her. He gripped her small hands in his large, meaty paws and pulled her upright. Then he continued to pu
