Resultados para "Watch Me" en Literatura y ficción

David Wiesel lives for making music, partying, and women. He has a wicked sense of humor and a body made for sinning. He's the kind of guy every mama warns her daughter about. Sylvia Price lives for her daughter, theater, and teaching. She is living the responsible life and has left her wild ways in the past. She's the kind of woman every mama wants her son to marry - not that she's looking for that. One drunken night when they were teenagers left them irrevocably bound. Fifteen years later, an accident brings them back together.

When I threw Irina Morozov over my shoulder and carried her off, it was to rescue her from a brutal bastard who didn't deserve her... but I could smell her arousal as she kicked and fought. She would have been wet and ready for me that night, but I didn't take her. I made her wait. I made her beg. When I pin her to the bed, rip her panties off, and claim her virgin body the way it was always meant to be claimed, she won't just be screaming my name with every desperate climax.

Hollywood, 1947. Jack Shannon, a former actor whose promising career was interrupted by the war and ended by a facial scar sustained in combat, is now a studio publicist. He jokes that the only thing he knows about publicity is how to suppress it, but that, in fact, is his real job. He’s a fixer who babysits the studio’s stars and covers up their bad behavior. Everything changes for Jack when Savannah Stevens enters his life.

Emerson Grove is supposed to be my fresh start—a chance at a new beginning and a better future—yet my past is a force I never saw coming. Now, my head and my heart are at odds, my future is unknown, and everything I thought I knew is in disarray. Jameson, Ezra, Leo, and Jagger are ghosts from a different time, a different me. One night changed everything and I’m not the girl they once knew. But how can things go back to the way they were? With secrets, lies, and half-truths unfolding around me, I don’t know who to trust.

After an argument with my husband, I decide to let out my frustrations through pleasure, retiring to the couch for some much-needed relief. I completely forget that my handyman Justin is due to clean the windows any second. When he appears at the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, I’m frozen in the headlights, wondering if I should escape. He spots me, legs wide and waiting, but instead of fleeing, he holds his gaze. Listen as Justin and I play for each other before I finally take everything he has to offer.