“He was in love with his wife. The knowledge came like a tidal wave that swept him up and knocked him over… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“You will serve your husband dinner tonight by your own hand....not because you are beneath him...because you are more.” — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“I’m not a poet. But my wife is. She taught me to look for the extraordinary in the simplicity. She taught me… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“The tiny motion was lost on his wife, who warmed herself in front of the fire with two wounded, lost souls beside… — 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
