" Undress me, lover, and don't talk about it," the tall statuesque redhead said huskily.Marlowe's thick fingers fumbled nervously at the buttons down ...he well-stacked woman's breasts; he could feel her large soft mounds tauten under his touch and it stirred his own anxious passion to a heightened tempo. As he reached the last button, Kate bent over and grabbed the hem of her expensive designer- original dress and pulled it up and off her shoulders; she threw it onto a padded dressing stool at. " And it did seem like a long ways back to where the laughter and splashing was. Even with the boat lolling aimlessly jn the waves they seemed isolated. She put a hand on his shoulder. His face was very close to her breasts now. She thought she could see the look in Billy's eyes. The look of lust.The look that said he did appreciate the way she was put together."Do you like me? I mean do you like how I look?"Billy gave her a look of amazement, surprised at the question."God, Aunt Margaret,. His aunt's head poked into the room. "I thought you might need helpgetting tucked in, handicapped like you are." She stepped further intothe room. "Oh, looks like I was right." No I'm fine," Mark said frantically trying to clamp the coverletbetween his useless hands to cover his still obvious arousal. Hisflailing only convinced his aunt that he needed her help."Nonsense, let me give you a hand." She came over to the bed andpulled the sheet up to his chin and carefully tucked it beneath. I am prepared to take it to your daughter’s company and offer her the same deal I am you.”“Blackmail doesn’t work with me either,” Rick says, remaining calm enough to appear calm to Malcolm. “And anything you offer my daughter will just make its way back into my hands.”“I figured you would say that,” Malcolm counters. “Now I want half the revenue and I want that in writing, signed and sealed before a lawyer of my choosing.”“Or?” Rick asks, his patience running thin.“Or, like I said, I take it.