“His brows came down low over his eyes. “You realize you’re crazy.” She laughed. “I seem to recall that you like it when I’m crazy. You love it, in fact.” — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“Regardless, even grown women need some looking after,” he whispered and his head moved closer. “Do they?” she mumbled. “Mhm.” She felt the vibrations of his voice run over her. “You should try it sometime.” Her brows came down in… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“Did you find someone who makes you feel all those things?” she asked, not wanting to think of her own failed union. He locked… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“Good night,” he said and turned the key to start the engine. “Good night, sugar. Hope you dream of me.” “I’m afraid of that,”… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“We’re getting distracted,” he said and stopped walking. “Let’s pick the tile and wrap this up so we can get back before the crew… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“He leaned over, brushed the sugar away from her chin and planted a quick peck on her lips. She pulled back to look at… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“She raised her gaze to his. “Are you kicking me out?” “Will you go willingly?” “Only if you ask nicely,” she said and stepped… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“Don’t you ever pull that shit again,” he said between bruising kisses. He pressed her up against the wall and trapped her with his… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“Would you like to talk about this in your room?” she asked innocently. His brows came down to scowl at her.” — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“Was that really necessary?” she yelled. He let out a choked laugh. “You tell me. You’re acting like a lunatic.” “And you’re acting like… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“He pressed his mouth to her skin. “Isn’t this what gentlemen used to do in this city? Kiss a lady’s hand?” — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“What do you want, Lisa?” She leaned down to whisper in his ear. Her scent teased him with memories of their time together and… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve looked at all morning.” “Obviously you are still heavily medicated,” he replied dryly, “because I drank myself to… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“Hi, I’m Carlos,” he said and held out his hand. His usual white t-shirt was replaced by a tank top, thanks to the oppressing… — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
