And it made me hot. Really hot. By now, though, the kiss was starting to get more passionate. Both of us were starting to emit little moans and mews, ...nd I suppose the choice of a penthouse was really justified then. Neither of us wanted to pull apart, to sit down and discuss this. What we wanted was each other, and we were determined to get it.Finally, since all good things have to come to an end, both of us broke the kiss. I was about to ask her whether this was alright, but one look told me. ‘May I ask who is calling?’ said the secretary. ‘My name is Amanda Wallace. May I ask what your name is?’ ‘My name is Nina Aldaco. How can I help you?’ ‘Nina, do you have e-mail?’ ‘Sure,’ said Nina. ‘Will you please check your e-mail and tell me if you have received one recently from a Bryce Pierre?’ ‘Okay, hold on.’ There was a brief pause before she said, ‘Yes, I just received it about five minutes ago.’ ‘Please read it now,’ said Amanda. ‘Let me know when you are done.’ Amanda could almost. The fourth was a burgundy skirt, a little short for work, but she could probably get away with it. The fifth was black again, and reached a couple of inches above her knees."The shortest that you can get away with," he had demanded. She pulled down her pants and slipped on the fourth skirt. Then taking a deep breath, she reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. She headed back to the kitchen and picked up her coffee."This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy," she muttered as she. “Part of it,” she said. “And the other part involves an exam, which I would prefer to do before you give me this sample.”The small smile I had faded. “Exam?” I asked.She nodded. “Milena has voiced concerns about your intimacy while she’s pregnant. She’s worried that you might, um ... bump the baby.”I blinked. “Oh. Is that possible?”“While it is possible,” the doctor said, with a small, knowing smile of her own, “You won’t’ hurt the baby. However, during her last weeks, say the last trimester,.