He liked to drive. She had seen that in St Petersburg. They had no room for their luggage, of course. That was coming separately. Clementine had only her handbag, which she jumbled through now, trying to find some of the barley sugar she always carried around with her. Serge glanced at the object...
Hardly surprising. She was a striking-looking woman who exuded a sultry, knowing sensuality that could have been a combination of her looks and the way she moved her body and displayed it, but he sensed came from the essence of who she was. In another era she would have em...
When clearly she meant more. He pushed again. She gave a helpless moan and gave herself up to the relief. He kept working until the tension lifted off her and her head rolled back and she moaned again—a deep, utterly unselfconscious sound. Incredibl...
Her appetite had left her at about the time Plato had issued orders in the limo, placing her under house arrest. Except she wasn’t in his house. She’d walked into his apartment and taken one look at the stunningly designed rooms, absorbed the fact of the money it had taken...
She told herself all she wanted was to crawl into bed—her own bed. But that wasn’t what she had signed up for. She had Kostya to bathe and read to and put to bed, and then it would be time to front up to entertain the man who put diamonds around the neck of Tara Mills. Mr Don’t Make It A Big Deal...