Willa hefted the sledgehammer over her shoulder again and swung it against the interior wall between the dining room and the bedroom. Whomp! Plaster shattered. Particles of dust and debris flew into the air. She paid no attention to Steve the cameraman standing in the corner. All her focus was on...
He scrubbed his hands down his face before clasping them behind his head and staring blindly at the ceiling. His pulse was speeding like a runaway train; his arousal was an excruciating ache in his groin. Had he pushed too hard? Moved too fast? Probably. Holding her on his lap had been his undoi...
She stretched across the bed to answer it, eyes half closed. “Hello?” It was a recorded message, a wake-up call. It was eight o’clock. Sweet, blissful memories of making love with Jason flooded over her. She looked over her shoulder, expecting to see him lying beside her, but his side of the bed ...