His voice came out hoarse as his hips met hers. ‘I’m so sorry.’ She opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her by kissing her gently. ‘I’m...so sorry,’ he whispered again, picking up his pace. She held back all the things she wanted to say and chose to keep this moment. Her arms slid across his back, grazing over his scars but not lingering, pulling him closer to her. She groaned in his ear as he slid into her harder, feeling himself quicken and shudder. He needed this. She gasped and he kissed. " Her grin brightened as she finished, "I like it!"Changing the subject, she said, "You know I am Kathy Carlson's slave, but what about you? What are you doing out here. Why aren't you back in New York running Argus Construction?" Because I'm Ken Carlson's slave," he replied simply. "I figured if you could do it, I could, too. By the way, what kind of financial deal do you have with Kathy? I turn over 90 percent of what I make to Ken. And, of course, I gave him a full power of attorney over all. I had written some notes which were definitely not for anyone else’s eyes. ‘That’s not for publication,’ I said, and hastily lifted it from the bag, folded it and put it in my pocket where it almost burned against me. Teri looked at me quizzically. I muttered something about innermost thoughts and she smiled. We discussed art, her role as a model and I asked her how she felt about being naked and sometimes very erotically posed as she had been tonight. ‘I was Isobel’s lover for a while. She is. I reached his place and knocked on his door. As the door opened, I was really happy to see her opening the door for me.She was too beautiful to admire. Her dense black hair, wet pink lips, pretty fair hands, and red sari (Indian traditional wear). Her bangles create a pure Indian traditional bangles sound. It gives a romantic wife kind of feeling. I can see the rose petals floating around me.I can feel the cold breeze playing around, hitting my face, and tickling my hair. I could see the warm.