“ Mr. Carter cleared his throat. “Soy sauce.” He deadpanned. “Really, Sera? ”
When I make love to you, Lanie, I want you to feel every inch of me buried deep inside of you, loving you, worshiping your body...
~ Flora Roberts
I'm going to make love to you, Lanie. I'm not your first, but I will be the last.
You should really be more careful who you let put their hands on you.” A silky male voice hummed as hot, minty breath wafted around her ear and danced slowly across her nose. Sera inhaled deeply, her skin prickled with goose bumps.
If I were you, I’d clear those cobwebs out because there isn’t a shop-vac out there strong enough to handle that job.
