As usual, his short, wavy hair was tousled. But to her relief, nothing happens. We take abuse seriously in our discussion boards. A stack of resumes for live in maids, however, stand in her way. My name is Olivia Valentine, I have reservations for 2 days. She bucked her hips, trying to get free, or closer, or away—anything to relieve the pressure building inside her.
My Hot Boss – excerpt
We take abuse seriously in our discussion boards. Hell, it was hard not to pounce on him and screw him right there on the tacky dirty booth floor. When he spread his arms, the fabric parted. A bar lined the north wall. It only led to the top floors, which was good, because there were too damn many of them already. It smells very slightly of a floral perfume. The walls are a golden yellow, and from the door I can see a corner of the bed.
My Hot Boss – excerpt | Betty Shreffler
Hell, it was hard not to pounce on him and screw him right there on the tacky dirty booth floor. Still holding her arms pinned, he entered her sheath, surprising her with long, slow strokes. The woman pressed down with her pelvis, trying to get friction on her spread pussy. The girl broke down a little bit with a loud sob, then swallowed her fear. The woman tried to duck forward to get at his cock, but his hand at the base of her neck held firm. She stirs in her sleep and I watch her.
I glance at it for a second, looking at the ads that are illegally posted on it. One of those advantages was rubbing a pair of breasts against her right now. This is unexpected, but I like it. Damn, I guess I need to get a job. A woman saddled up beside her and ordered a screwdriver. My fingers curled around the thick, heavy length, my pulse quickening at the realization that he was commando beneath his sweats.