Sofia managed to shove Gunner the right way when the sleeping powder took effect. He fell over onto the bed, his face slack, his eyes wrapped with a strip from her skirt, his jaw showing stubble.
Even in repose he appeared wide and intimidating. His body was firm with muscle. His jaw square and strong like him. He'd make her a pretty baby.
Her gaze strayed lower. He'd kept on his undergarment, form-fitting shorts with a prominent bulge in the front. The rod that would spew the seed she needed. He'd even offered to give it to her from the source.
Perhaps she should accept his offer. She ran a finger down his fine torso. His skin shivering at her touch.
Shocked at her actions, she looked away. It wasn't proper. While technically forbidden by law, sex happened in the city. Not with her. She'd never been with a man, although she'd dabbled with a woman a few times. Someone who stayed at the shop with her when the Master had to leave for a period of time.