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Regan murmured. "No, they don't. And let's hope they never do." Max placed his champagne glass on the nightstand, took Regan's, and put it down beside his. Then he rolled her naked body against his and gave her a kiss so slow and sweet yet hot and sexy he discovered that even after the many times they'd already made love, he was again unbelievably hard. "You might be dangerous to my health," he teased. Her laugh was slow and sexy. "But what a way to go, right?"

Regan kissed her tenderly again, slowly but surely, until the kiss returned to a passionate, passionate embrace. Now the brush of the tongue slowly descends from Fisya's lips towards her beautiful neck. The woman rolled in amusement while enjoying a different delicious sensation. Even though this was Regan's first experience, he felt confident he could do it because he had seen the porn video and read several articles.

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he said as Ron cleaned off his cock. When I looked at Regina, she looked miserable, disgusted at the state of her life and marriage. When she won the next hand, she passed on her husband's service, she was so upset. I thought Rob looked upset when his wife denied him. I won the next one and I passed on Ron. My slave looked relieved I did. She needn't have been concerned. No matter how great Ron's blow jobs were, I couldn't see myself getting one from someone with a beard and mustache. Jerry won the next hand and he passed on it too.

"And the worst part? You married the daughter of the man your father killed. You married me, and you never even knew. You never asked. You never cared." The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. Ezekiel's hands were shaking—I'd never seen him shake before. He was always so controlled, so careful, so cold. "Ymir—" "Don't." I held up my hand, cutting him off. "Don't apologize. Don't pretend you care now. I'm not here for you. I'm here for Ziki." --- "He's not yours anymore." Marilyn's voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and cruel and dripping with false sweetness.

“So you want me to marry you to clean up your image after you betrayed me and took over my company?” Agnes’s face tightened, but she forced a smile. “Look, Anderson,” she said, her tone more insistent, “I understand you’re angry, and you have every right to be. But we can make this work to our advantage. If we marry, we can present a united front, and it will help restore your reputation and mine.” Anderson shook his head, his jaw clenched. “I’m not interested in any more of your schemes, Agnes,” he muttered, trying to stand up, but Agnes grabbed his arm, her grip surprisingly strong.

I blurted crossing my arms in front of my knees on the floor. She jumped off the chair, “Yea! So this book is actually a Regency romance about this very arrogant guy that fell in love with his maid and then instead of trying to woo her, he comes at her in force. So barbaric!” I held my head in total conservation at her.”Sandy, it's just a book and the writer doesn't mean for you to develop headaches while reading it. It's simply for your pleasure” I demonstrated with my hands. She muffled her face into a dark grimace “This ain't pleasure. I like it when a man woos a girl and not force his way into getting her into his bed that is totally outrageous!”

she moaned which gave me more energy. “Damn, baby. I want to take you again.” She giggled softly and licked my ear, which added blaze to the fire of desire I am feeling. “Take me then, baby. Take me over and over again. Ruin me. Mark me yours. Love me wholly, Ethan.” “Shit!” I groaned and when I could not stop myself even more, I carried her and prostrated her, lifted her butt a little before spanking it. “Oh! Ethan, that's so good!”

I wanted to dominate the space between us, to express my intensity, my longing, my frustration. “You’ll regret making me wait,” I whispered. Before she could respond, I took her hand, pulling her toward the bed, my voice low and commanding. ~ Elena ~ Before I could protest or fully grasp what was happening, he guided me to the bed, placing me down with a mix of gentleness and firmness. His eyes were dark, burning with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. My heart raced, not just from fear, but from the thrill, from the undeniable attraction I felt toward him despite everything.

Seated crossed legged in her cabin, a room decorated to meet the standard befitting of a lady like her, Regina raised a cigarette to her lips and took one big, relieving drag. She held it in and a second later, slowly released it. The cloud of smoke appeared in front of her and drifted into the faces of the two people who sat in front of her. She repeated the action again, this time, her two guests glanced at each other, surprise flickering across their expression. In fact, to say they were surprised was an understatement. They were employees of the company, and in Lancaster, if there was one rumor that every employee has heard, then it's the romantic story of how the most ruthless businessm