No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t forget about what had happened in the bar earlier that evening. Particularly the kissing Jessica Ferris part, a kiss that had only occurred because they’d stuck out like a solitary penguin on an iceberg thanks to all the other couples having their tongues ...
Three hours and a further three episodes of “You-Tarzan-me-Jane-jungle-jump-sex” had done that for him. She rolled away from him, but summoning an ounce of energy, he shot out a hand, grabbed her arm, and pulled her back to his side. “Where do you think you’re going?” &nbs...
Samantha was a minx, Daniel decided while he watched her expertly move around his kitchen preparing a late cooked breakfast worthy of five thousand hungry kings. She started humming to a song playing over the radio. He sipped his third espresso and smiled at Madonna’s “Like a Virgin.” &nbs...