Mystique closed the door. “Sean?” Her voice came out as a whispered squeak. That would not do at all. She couldn’t allow him to see any weakness in her armor. Letting him fuck her would be difficult enough. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Sean?” She heard rustling...
Her head and body were having a major disagreement. Letting him walk away was the wise thing to do, but she’d had to bite her lip to keep from calling him back. She didn’t know exactly what she had expected. If she continued to turn him down, he had to get the message some time, didn’t he? ...
The glass doors that led to the balcony reflected the simple white dress she wore and the quiet party going on behind her. It was sleeveless with a shimmery bodice. The A-line skirt ended midleg. On her wrist, she wore a thick silver cuff.Jerome Wilson, her boyfriend, had gone to the bar to get h...
Imani had booted him out of her dream, the abruptness of which jolted him out of a deep sleep. She didn’t like sex? She could have fooled him. Her response to his touch had been explosive, their chemistry every bit as incendiary as he’d known it would be. Yet, he didn’t do...