บททั้งหมดของ Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: บทที่ 441 - บทที่ 450

“What makes you say that?”“When I called you this afternoon, I thought you’d just hang up on me. Those stupid girls yelling at me to sign their tits the moment I got you on the phone. Great timing, I thought. It took me two weeks to find the balls to call you.”“If I had any sense, I would have hung up on you.”“And now you’re here. Willing to drop everything and hop on a plane to see me.”“For entirely selfish reasons. Trust me.”“Willing to freeze half to death and ride on a motorcycle in a skirt to be here.”“Hey, it’s a really nice bike.”“You like me. Admit it.”“A little,” she said, grinning to herself.He squeezed her closer. “Wanna go to Vegas and get married?”She frowned. “No. Why do you keep asking me that?”“Because I want to marry you, why else?”“Marriage is not my idea of a good time.”“How would you know?”“I tried it. Didn’t like it.”“You were married?” He leaned away from her. She glanced over her shoulder at him.“Yeah. I’ve been divorced for almost five years now

“Oh my God! Oh my God! It’s Master Sinclair!” Myrna squealed and trembled from head to foot with excitement. “Oh my God! Will you sign my tits? Please. Please. You’re soooo hot!”He tossed his sandwich aside, grabbed a handful of ketchup packets from the take-out bag, and tackled her to the bed. He straddled her hips to hold her down.“Certainly, I’ll sign your tits, miss. Anything for a fan.” He opened a ketchup packet with his teeth. She laughed uncontrollably, squirming beneath him. “Holdstill.”She stopped squirming and looked up at him, her hazel eyes wide. He began to write across her chest in ketchup.“P-R,” he spelled aloud. “O-P.” He tossed the empty packet on the floor and reached for another.“Prop?”“I’m not finished.”“That tickles.” She giggled.“E-R-T-Y.”“What are you writing?”He opened another packet and wrote in the middle of her belly. “O-F.” He moved to her lower belly. “B-R.”“Property of brrrrrrr?”“Yeah, property of brrrrr. Exactly.” He opened another packet o

“It’s just a few more days, Brian,” she said into her cell phone as she walked to her car after work. “I have a bunch of things to take care of here first. I do have a life, you know.”“It’s just… I’m going crazy with missing you.”She smiled. “I miss you, too. Thanks for the flowers, by the way.”“Flowers?”“Don’t play coy. They were signed, See You Soon, so it had to be you. And how did you know gladiolas were my favorite flower?”“I should have sent you flowers, but I can’t take credit. Who would send you flowers?”“They weren’t from you?” She bit her lip. Who would send her flowers? Her parents maybe? Or one of her sisters?“No, they weren’t from me. Is some bozo hitting on you?” He sounded more upset than he should be.“Nah. Probably from my parents. So, where will you be on Saturday? I should be able to get out of town by then.” She unlocked her car and slid her laptop case across the front seat.“Saturday? That’s five days away!”“Friday night? I might be able to swing that, bu

Myrna crawled out of bed, slid into the discarded white sundress she found on the floor, and stumbled toward the bathroom. They’d been driving two days straight to play a show in Florida. The band would play an hour, and then the crew would break down the set and be back on the road by midnight to head up the Eastern seaboard. She honestly didn’t know how these guys maintained their sanity. All they did was ride on a bus all day and night, constantly moving from city to city with no time to enjoy the places they traveled.After using the bathroom, she contemplated returning to bed, but decided Brian would wake up and then she’d spend several hours with his slim hips between her thighs. Not that she ever considered that a bad thing, she just had work to do and found herself entirely too distracted to get anything done.Myrna shoved a stack of papers to the side of the square dining table, sat in the she-didn’t-want-to-know-why-it-was-sticky booth and booted up her computer. Now that sh

“I’ll tell them I’ve been kidnapped.”“They’ll probably believe it.”She took his hand. He smiled, his heart warming. She could deny it all shewanted, but he knew she cared. “What that trooper said bothered you, didn’t it?”Actually, he hadn’t thought about that trooper since his toes had been used in ways they’d never been used before. He shrugged. “Eh, I’m used to it.”She squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry to hear that. No one should have to tolerate being discriminated against based on their looks.”They paused at a street corner and waited for the traffic to thin enough for them to cross. Brian watched the patrons entering the restaurants in the vicinity. A construction crew, several office workers, and three well-dressed executives entered a small eatery in the center of the block. It didn’t look fancy, so the food must be good. Pam’s Clams. Myrna wasn’t watching the pedestrian traffic. She was watching him again. He liked it when she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. He pretended he