She was already in her pajamas, a silky little black nightie, and she had her long blonde hair tied up in a messy bun. He smiled from the doorway at her as he loosened his tie. "Have a good day?" "It was ok," she sighed, melting further back into the pillows. "Rather borin...
He grumbled and shifted his body, trying to avoid the intrusion into his deep sleep. The movement made him rub against something unexpectedly soft. Half-asleep, he wiggled his hips, surprised to find someone nestled next to him. His eyes popped open, and his heart leaped i...
Amara greeting him shyly, but he scooped her up and spun her around, making her forget any hesitation. They made their way back to her room holding hands and laughing together. They ordered pasta from room service, as well as a bottle of red wine, and settled down on the small couch that took up ...
The puffy black skirt was splayed around her, and she felt ridiculous in the get up. It was the outfit of some perfect French maid who always curtsied, brought the tea on time, and never made a mistake. It certainly wasn't the uniform of a college dropout who could barely stand on her own two fee...
The room was exactly how he'd imagined it: neat, orderly, and very feminine. She had a queen-size bed covered in a rose patterned comforter. The rug by the bed was a pale pink, and the rest of the furniture was painted white. There was an innocence to the design, and he got even harder as he surv...