“No one is going to kill you,” Tony said. He was laying atop her, sweating and breathing hard. Her auburn hair fanned out like a splatter of barbecue sauce on the light carpet. A mischievous smile suddenly spread to her lips.
“No?” she said. “Then maybe you’d like to do something else.”
She thrust her hips at him as best as she was able. Her diaper crinkled loudly when it pressed against his pants and Tony felt a surge of raw, carnal energy. It only lasted a moment, but that was all she needed. Emma slipped her left arm free and punched him in the face. Though not a large woman, it was no meager blow.