Stacy Travis

“Ren,” she says quietly after I bring the camera back to my face. Her expression is suddenly serious.

“Yeah? Is everything okay?”

She nods and presses her lips together. “Are you wearing a shirt?”

She knows I’m not. “No. Why?”

Blinking those soft blue eyes at me, she asks quietly, “Can I see?”

“See what? Me not wearing a shirt?”

She nods.

Oh, my little horny baby mama

“I want to be distracted by you. I always have.”

“I want to be distracted by you. I always have.”