Sara Jane Stone

And when you're not partying in Vegas, what do you do?" she asked. "Prepare for your role as the next James Bond?""No, I don't work alone."She cocked her head as if trying to make sense of his words."I'm a SEAL in Uncle Sam's Navy. When I'm working, I have a team of guys who could kick James Bond's ass watching my back, covering my six at all times.

A good orgasm was in the details.

Dominic reached behind his head and tugged on his T-shirt. The rising fabric revealed his abdomen. And yeah, he liked the way her gaze followed the hemline. But his arm stilled, his bicep taut and his T-shirt covering his hair. If he kept going, she__ see the damaged skin on his chest from where the bullet had entered.__re you sure about this?_ he asked. __y scars aren__ pretty.___ promise to focus on your abs,_ she murmured without looking up. __nd lower.

I look at you,_ he murmured, __nd I remember every position, every way I made you come, how you felt against my mouth. Honey, I know it all by heart. I don__ want to try some new kinky position. I want to revisit where we__e been.