When I make love to you, Lanie, I want you to feel every inch of me buried deep inside of you, loving you, worshiping your body...
I'm going to make love to you, Lanie. I'm not your first, but I will be the last.
You should really be more careful who you let put their hands on you.” A silky male voice hummed as hot, minty breath wafted around her ear and danced slowly across her nose. Sera inhaled deeply, her skin prickled with goose bumps.
Mr. Carter cleared his throat. “Soy sauce.” He deadpanned. “Really, Sera?
If I were you, I’d clear those cobwebs out because there isn’t a shop-vac out there strong enough to handle that job.
