“Your mother’s coming,” he said. “I know—she probably heard us arguing. Do something!” “What?” “Anything!” “Fine!” He grabbed her around the waist, dragged her body flush against his, and ducked his head. His lips crushed hers as his hands wrapped… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“Alexa sniffled. “Oh my God, he gave her an airport scene! Just like in the books I read and all those movies. He followed… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“You must be fierce and admit to love, my dear girl. It is the only way to win. And if you do lose, well,… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“You've done proper already, and it hasn't worked. It's time you do dirty.” — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“He wanted to make her scream with delight, to cry his name as she orgasmed until she couldn’t remember the last time another man… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“Once again, he backed off from a challenge by hiding behind a twisted sense of honor. “Let’s change the subject, shall we?” “Sure. I… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“I'm tired of females who order a salad, then look as if they deserve a medal. A good meal is a gift.” — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
