She had parlayed his money into a sizable fortune, thanks to a keen eye for opportunity and a barracuda-like negotiating style.At thirty-five, Jane wa... smart, beautiful, successful -- and miserably unhappy. She was unhappy because she was lonely. And Jane was often angry because she was unhappy and lonely. Unfortunately, she directed most of her anger at the men she dated, guaranteeing that she stayed lonely and miserable. Jane felt the problem was in the men themselves; they were all either. I think there's a part of you wondering what my cock feels like up your ass..." She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Anna-Brooks was beginning to feel the first ripples of pleasure from my finger slowly working in and out of her virgin hole. The one thing she'd never let any boy do. But it felt good, and damn him, Mike was right; there was a part of her wanting Her Man to take her in every way he could. She laid her head back down and raised her ass further. "Okay...Let’s try" I smiled as. Paul would open the car door only if it was safe to get out.I watched as the protection detail formed a single line and then pushed through the crowd. Once the lead person reached the condo’s front doors, they turned and started pushing everyone back. When they had a five-foot path made, Paul opened the door.“Let me go first,” I told Haru.This was just crazy. I was so glad I didn’t live here or I would end up punching someone. When Haru joined me, there was a surge and our path shrunk. I heard. His breath fanning across my neck, making little shivers of awareness tingle down my spine. He reached around and his hand squeezed my breast lightly. Making my nipple harden, the pressure of his fingers making me stumble on the keys of my piano. He chuckled lightly, taking the lobe of my ear between his teeth. "Chris please, I am trying to finish this piece! It has to be perfect before my concert on Saturday!" I said sharply, moving my head slightly to the side and tugging his hand away from.