erotic-romance

Alessandro watched as Luke burrowed his nose in the snow and then shook his small body. __ell, that depends on whether you want a male or a female horse._ __mm. I tink I want a boy horsie. Girl horsies have babies and dat__ too much trouble._ Alessandro bit back a laugh. __ale horse it is then. Let__ see. My favourite horse__ name is Abbott._ __ But?_ Will asked laughing. __bbott,_ Alessandro corrected. __himney,_ Will suddenly decided, stopping. Alessandro blinked in confusion. ____ sorry, did you say __himney_?_ __t make sense,_ Will assured him. __anta come down da chimney and he is my pesent, right? So his name be Chimney._ __ agree. Quite logical,_ Alessandro nodded. __ell, dat one ting on my list. Der be more._ __uly noted,_ he said.

Woman you__e as mean as a copperhead. Come here let__ find out if you__e as cold-blooded.

She realized he wasn__ listening to music and gave him a curious look of amusement as she picked up the cover to an audio book. __hat To Expect When You__e Expecting._ God forgive me, I love this man. __hought I should be informed, you know?_ Alessandro explained sheepishly. Bree tried to tear her gaze away from his gleaming chest. __lus all the lactating and dilating and placenta talk does wonders to crush any man__ libido.

Their pull was undeniable, like fireworks on top of flaming bonfires.

I lay my cheek on his solid back. I realize this is the real Jacade. The man who__ strong and fierce, but vulnerable and damaged. Confident and dominating, but generous and kind.

I__ thinking ahead, imagining what our lives together would be like once we__e free from this hell and allowed to live and let go. You know? Really let go of our pain and finally enjoy each other _ you and me.

Every touch ramped her desire higher and the carnal look in Chad's eyes was making swallowing difficult.By the time the waiter served their coffee, she was ready to throw him down on the table and ravish him in front of God and everybody.

They stared at each other, and Alessandro seriously considered turning away from his father__ wishes and just taking this woman and running off somewhere with her. He could imagine being happy with her. He felt free, easy. The feeling was heady. But dangerously so. He could never just toss aside his father__ demands that way, even if he wanted to. There would be too much at stake.

In about three seconds, I'm going to pick you up and carry you into your bedroom, strip your clothes from your body, and bury myself so deep inside of you._ He leaned in toward her. __o deep, you're gonna scream. It's going to be fast and hard, and it will hurt, but when I start, there will be nothing__nd I mean nothing__hat will be able to stop me_

The size of a diamond doesn't indicate the size of my love for you. The earth hasn't produced a diamond that big because my love for you knows no bounds. Ronin Black

I know. You__e a male escort, and you were on your way to your latest_what are female clients called? Not Johns_Jean__?_ He choked on his cracker, and Bree reached over and patted his back until his coughing fit passed. __fraid not, darling._ He wheezed. __ale stripper?_ He snorted. __ don__ know if I should be flattered or insulted by that._ __ome kind of business tycoon, right?_ Bree asked. __ pretty Donald Trump?_ __retty? Oh dear._ Bree raised her hands. __andsome. Handsome. Better?

He hadn__ come to see her. He__ arrived by mistake and wanted to get far away without further ado. Once upon a time, they__ shared a rare, special love. She remembered it and regretted losing it, even if he didn__.

I have every right to go out tonight and fuck anyone I like, little girl. What I'm telling you is that I don't want to fuck anyone else.

Good morning, Sunshine,_ Alessandro whispered, dragging the satiny soft object across the tip of her nose. Curiosity made her open her eyes. A rose. A blue rose. __ figured a single rose was safer than a dozen considering the massacre of the last blue roses I gave you,_ he smiled sheepishly. __appy birthday, darling._ Bree blinked and tried to remember what day it was. The fifteenth apparently. She groaned and pulled the blankets back over her head. She was officially thirty today. __ome on now, up we go,_ Alessandro pulled the blankets off her face and grabbed her arm, bringing her up. __or my birthday, I want sleep,_ she groaned. Gianni had suffered through a painful night as another tooth was starting to come in and thus his parents had suffered as well. __ope, we__e got a long day ahead of us. Let__ go._ __hy?_ Bree yawned. __ecause thirty years ago you were born and my life as I knew it would never be the same,_ Alessandro explained, nuzzling her neck.

Bree turned to him and gave him an uneasy nod. She had no idea if they were gonna make things better or worse, but she had to know for herself what Francesca had gone through, where she lived and why she made the decisions she had. If she could find out more about the ill-fated romance between Francesca and Adriano, maybe she and Alessandro could avoid a similar, miserable ending.

The man was great, but no man was great enough to sever a friendship between her and one of her girls. Chicks before dicks, and all that.

Baby girl, five minutes alone with me and you're gonna be begging me to taste your pie.

And your fear boils my fu*king blood Angel, makes me fu*king hungry, do you know that? ~Sade~