Placing the last pieces of cheese on her forehead, her nose, cheeks and lips, he begins. Nibbling and kissing as he does her forehead, now down to Em...a’s nose to capture that morsel. Spending much time taking in the piece on her lips and then sharing it with her as it melts on their tongues as they kiss and kiss.By the time he moves past her neck, shoulders, and to her breast, capturing every tidbit, he left, Emma is starting to throb. It is like he is Hansel, leaving a path for him to. Finally, he texted her from the road saying that he was offered a great load he could not pass up and he was headed to the west coast and would be back in a week or less.“Where are you now?” Ann texted back“About a hundred miles from the yard,” Will texted back.“Are you telling me you were home and just left again or you were a hundred miles from home when you got the offer?”Without thinking Will texted, “I had just pulled into the yard when I was offered the load,”Immediately on the screen. Now, you are probably thinking, damn this guy is a fool. What the hell is talking about guys like this, he should be undercover, watching from a corner or have his gun ready to blast?. The point is, we are MIA. We don't need guns to do our business however, we always carried one, I carried my beauty below my shoulders, on a slinging pouch that went down to the middle of my chest. Just as easy for me to reach into my coat pocket and put a bullet to someone than reach down to my hips. My ears. "This is quite a house," Zoe said, still embarrassed that she had put one of Brock's security team on his butt.Brock rolled his eyes."It's the last time I let my agent make arrangements for me," he said. "I mean, geez, who needs this much room? I'm one guy. Everything I own could fit into the garage."Zoe smiled back at him. Despite his money and notoriety, Brock seemed as normal to her as anyone."I was thinking my whole apartment could fit in this room," she commented."Probably side by side.