“Little minx," he whispered. Smile widening, Suzette shifted and wiggled about on top of him again, inadvertantly leaning her breasts briefly closer to his face as she appeared to try to find a more comfortable position. He suspected the action… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
“Minx,” he whispered before he left me to get dressed so that we could plan our new destiny.” — Gwen Hayes Copy Share Image
