Cassie watched Nathan's very nice, very bare arse slip into the bathroom as she stretched leisurely, savoring the after-orgasm glow. She hadn't realized how anxious she had been until this very moment. Even though it was just Friday night, there's nothing like a nice romp between the covers to ease the strain. Before he had to go, they still had a whole day and night together. If she were fortunate, she may even be able to get in a few orgasms on a Sunday morning before he had to leave for the airport. When she heard the bathroom flush, she moved onto her stomach to see him return to bed. She enthusiastically ogled the items since the front view was equally as lovely as the back view. Nathan was a stunning individual. Tall, with broad shoulders, well-defined biceps and pecks, the required six-pack, and those stunning obliques that protruded like an arrow from his stomach to the hidden treasure below his waist. And that hung thick and long from a clump of dark blonde bush between his

He kissed her lips first, then her nose. "The marriage is six months away. After that, give me a few months to get her established so that we can continue where we left off. He grinned at Cassie as though this were the most wonderful development. She would only have to be patient while he beat his wife into submission and perhaps implanted a child in her womb. They could keep what they had. Is that truly what you want, Nathan? she questioned. It's not what I want, Bae, oh no. I would not alter a thing about what we now have since I adore it, but the old guy is pressuring me to be married because Ainsley's family is in the building industry. He faltered off and shrugged. You know, Bae, don't you? Only a few months, at most eight, will pass before everything returns to normal. She sarcastically said, "Except you'll be married. He continued to shrug, "We've both been in relationships before and it hasn't affected our arrangement." She groaned, trying not to express how sadde

Brian turned to face the little redhead sat next to him. His kiss caused her face to flush, her eyes to glaze over, and those mouthwatering lips to split apart. He moved quietly as his cock shifted in his trousers and drew his eyes away from her to finish his last sip of beer. He had came in here for a quiet drink and to let off some steam, not to hook up. CASA was getting under his skin over his new aircraft, and he was about sick of having to throw himself through hoops simply to appease them. He had assumed that the Civil Aviation Safety Authority would welcome the addition of a new commercial airline to disrupt the dominance of the Big Two, but apparently not. His luxury charter flight service had been running successfully for a while, and all he wanted to do was turn it into a more lucrative business. First-class domestic travel should not be too challenging to offer. He placed his empty bottle on the counter and motioned for the bartender. Even though Blue had been a welcome

He circled her clit while grinning on her body and running his tongue between her silky folds. He teased the entrance of her core with his finger, moving it through the slickness and into her, as she inhaled as he placed his lips over the tight nub. She cried out and raised her hips in an attempt to get more. While still enjoying the sound of her moaning and another finger being gently inserted into her, Brian sucked harder on her clit. She resisted, counterpunching his thrusts with her own as he scissored his fingers into her to provide more pressure. She fisted her hands into his hair, drawing him in closer as he increased the tempo at which he licked at her clit. Her inside muscles started to contract, and her breathing grew frantic, and he felt the beginnings of her orgasm. As he curled his fingers within her to press against the walls of her core, he straightened his tongue and increased the pressure. She screamed angrily, "Oh, fuck," as his fingers were pinched by her se

His chest had been dusted with dark hair and his happy trail was like a lighted path leading the way to his junk. The tattoos that wound their way over both shoulders and down both arms, ending at his wrists, added to his dangerous look and she wished she’d studied them more closely. She wasn’t normally a beard and tattoo girl - she liked a bit of scruff and maybe the odd bit of ink - but on Irish, the thick, dark beard and full sleeve tattoos were hot as fuck. She’d even liked the little dark stud that he had in his ear. But as gorgeous as he was, and as amazing as he was between the sheets, he wasn’t Nathan, more’s the pity. Nathan was who she wanted, had always been who she wanted. Nathan thought that she’d had other boyfriends, but there had been no one but him for a while. She had lived for their weekends together and spent way too much time planning their annual week-long vacation. Well, that wouldn’t be happening anymore. Nathan might be able to swing a weekend here and there