Her eyes fill with frustration, and I lean in to kiss her. It's like the Spring sun melting through the Winter ice. Hot and brilliant and spreading over my skin like fire. Shirley is everything to me, and I catch my breath—only for her to steal it from me with a swift, passionate kiss that I feel
Zane This is a surprise... I expected to find Dela behind the door, but she didn't come here alone. Lionel and Maddox are with her. It makes me freeze because while I can understand Lionel being here, I never thought they would bring Maddox with them. "Hello," Dela smiles up at me. "You have c
"That's the problem then," Shirley grins. "You need a one-day getaway from the kids." "But I would feel so guilty. I feel guilty now leaving—" "Stop," Shirley prods her finger into his chest and jabs at it repeatedly while speaking. "Every. Single. Parent. Needs. A. Break. Do you understand?" She
Zane Alone at home with Shirley last, yet I can't relax. I just cleaned up the kitchen, but my body is on autopilot while my head is working. I have to make Shirley my wife. My body, mind, and soul want her to be entirely mine. I must ring it, but I haven't figured out the best way to propose. Sho
Shirley I'm dabbing makeup on my eyelids when I receive a text message. My eyes land on my phone sitting on the toilet lid, and my eyebrows shoot into my hairline when I see it's from Gina. What the heck does she want now? Curious, I slide my fingers over the screen. Gina: So I've been thinking.
The restaurant is full of couples, with no children in sight. This must be one of those expensive restaurants that were too elegant and expensive to come in as a family. Everyone is dressed well. Men in dress shirts and pants and women in fancy dresses. There are colors and mascara as far as the ey
Shirley I know this is wrong. If anyone catches us, then—no, no one will figure out what is happening because we aren't doing it! "Zane!" I hiss as I'm dragged through a crowd of drunk people. Zane is holding my hand, leading me toward the restrooms. Without looking at me, he murmurs. "Yes, darl
"Do you still think we should stop?" Zane teases my entrance with his wet dick, circling it around and around until it feels like I'm dripping. It feels great on my clit, but my pussy is pulsating, needing his cock to enter me again. This is fucking torture. Yet I don't answer him. I avoid his ey