His words make me blush, and I attempt to withdraw my feet, but he calmly keeps them in place. I send him a glare, but he doesn't back down. Not at all. Zane's fingers dig into my sole, and I find myself relaxing against the pillow, wishing he would focus on my pussy instead. I can't believe it's b
Shirley My hands grip the hem of my pants, but I find myself unable to remove them under Zane's curious gaze. He scans my body with a sort of lazy perusal designed to awake butterflies. "Could you please look away as I undress? You're making me nervous by staring at me." I glare up at him, and Zan
"Scare you?" I snort at that. "Am I supposed to believe big, bad Zane Jackson is easily frightened?" His eyes narrow while I leer up at him. My naked breasts are pressing into his hot skin, and water is going between them, raining over my stomach. Zane isn't saying a word, and I'm absentmindedly st
Shirley I can barely breathe, too hyperaware of the hot man standing behind me. Every heartbeat, every breath; I can sense it all. "I asked you a question," Zane murmurs, but his tone tells me he isn't in a rush. He knows what he does to me, and his large hands are stroking my skin but not quite g
"Cute." Zane leans forward, licking me again, and knitting his eyes together. He is doing it slower than ever—the fucking tease. When he leans back, he is smirking. "Ask me again, nicer this time." "No." Smiling, he bends forward and nips at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and I yelp in sur
Zane I'm toweling myself, aware of Shirley's eyes sticking to my body like glue. They are widening by the second, colored in a lovely shade of green. Emeralds that reflect something like horror or mortification. I frown. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I preferred it when she was drooling,
Shirley I open the door, expecting to see Dela, but instead, it's both Dela and my sister Gina standing outside. "Yo!" Dela grimaces at me and pulls at her sleeve. "She wouldn't leave no matter what I told her, and—" "SO IT'S TRUE THAT YOU ARE LIVING WITH MY HUSBAND, YOU FUCKING SLUT?!" I stagg
"Yes?" Dela freezes, and her backpack tumbles. She must have packed a ton of stuff because it's enormous. "Did you say anything?" "I did..." Zane grins. "I was going to say you can stay for as long as you want, seeing you've already packed for the Siberian winter." Dela snorts. "Well, thank you."