Eric made his way through the bookshelves by himself. A certain guy in black clothes is reciting poetry into the microphone, talking about the connection between flowers and death. The scent of coffee mochas hit his nose, the sounds of a flute and the faint howl of a wolf drifted into his ears. All his impressions were on his wife.Her ebony-black hair fell loose and wild behind her shoulders. Her black-framed glasses really accentuated her blue eyes, which widened slightly to her surprise as she watched him approach. The sweater hugged every inch of her attractive breasts, then fell loosely around her hips. A tight black mini skirt stopped at thigh level. At the second glance, Eric corrected his opinion, the skirt was much shorter than he had previously thought, because that piece of fabric was quietly pulled up in a comfortable sitting position. her and now it can barely cover her. Knee-high black leather boots fully complemented her outfit. Those strong Amazon legs of hers were wra
She threw her head back and laughed. Eric really didn't know if he was annoyed by her amusement, or drawn to her by her undisguised beauty. This is a woman who loves life and laughs until her stomach hurts. None of them will be a calculated smile or a shy little smile. However, he hated it when she laughed at him. Even though he had grown up, she was still able to pull him back to the time when he was trying every day to be cold, and she was hindering his every move. "Funny, I don't remember touting my body. Did I miss something?" He frowned at her irresponsible expression about their trouble. "You know what I'm trying to say. The night of last night's party got out of hand, and I'll take all responsibility on myself.""How generous you are." "Can you stop your sly mouth. I'm trying to tell you that I've crossed the line and it won't happen again. I drank too much, and felt angry at Conte. . "Apology accepted. I'm also sorry for being a part of all those scenes. Let's leave it beh
Anna snorted. "One thing is for sure, you and I will do it right away without thinking, because we will never pass up a single chance. But Al is different. He feels happy just by just doing it. share - he doesn't need the glories of publishing His poetry has been printed in several magazines, and he even joined a group of critics but all of them are for others rather than for himself. That's our problem too, brother. It's always been like that.""What?""We're the only ones to take. I guess it's partly because of our unhappy childhoods." They both watched Carina as she escorted the guests out the door with her usual sense of humour. "But Al always finds a way to do the opposite. There's nothing he wouldn't be willing to do for others."Anna suddenly turned to face him. Her eyes shone with the menace he remembered seeing as a child. Her fingers pointed directly at his chest. "A warning for you, man. I love you so much dear brother, but if you hurt him, I'll kick your ass myself. Got it
Eric closed the door behind him and fell into the leather chair. He stared at the drawing board and curled his hands into fists to fight the restlessness. He wants to be creative. He envisioned materials like limestone and brick, combined with undulating glass and sparkling smooth curves. Those images danced behind his closed eyelids at night, and here he is, the owner of the Dreamscape company, and stuck most of the day in board meetings. treat.He cursed under his breath. Okay, so the board members pissed him off, with the crappy tactics of the desk people and the ideas of the diggers. Most of them were against the contract for the waterfront project, believing that the company would go bankrupt if he took the job and couldn't meet it. And the board was right. You only have a simple solution.Don't let failure.Conte's party will take place this Saturday night and he still has nothing to secure a business meeting between them. Hyoshi Komo also did not call back. Trapped in a block,
Panicked, she threw the knitted bedspread over the chair and closed the door behind her. Then she darted up to the front room and stopped right in front of him. "Greet."He looked immediately suspicious. A lock of blond hair fell on his forehead and his eyes narrowed, as if he couldn't believe she could be so kind. Guilt writhed inside her, but she ignored it."Greet". He looked around the house and she held her breath. "What's up?""Nothing. I'm going to cook dinner. Unless you're tired and want to go to bed right now."One of his eyebrows shot up at her hopeful tone. "It's already six o'clock.""Yes. So, I suppose you have a lot of work to do, don't you? I'll bring you food upstairs to the office if you want."Now, he looked completely exasperated. "I've worked enough for today. Now I just want to relax with a glass of wine and watch the football game.""Is there a Mets team playing?""Don't know. They're not eligible to play in the playoffs anyway. But the Yanks still have a chance
Eric stood on the dock and watched a row of boats bobbing in the water. Irritated waves kept rising and crashing against the shore as a harbinger of winter. The orange sunset crept through the menacing darkness and splashed brightly into the light arch of the Beacon Newburgh bridge. He reached into his Armani jacket and inhaled the clean, fresh air. Calmness seeped through his body as he stared at the mountain he loved so much, and once again, he knew this was where he belonged.Ten years ago, this riverside area was plagued with drug dealers and addicts. The beautiful waterfront was littered with trash, the elegant brick buildings stood in the wilderness, their windows broken like a scream for help. Finally, investors also saw the potential of this area and began to throw money into a recovery dream.Eric and his uncle took the time to carefully monitor the project. Somehow, they suspected that a profitable opportunity would eventually come to Dreamscape. First a daredevil opened a b
She shoved him in the chest and turned, wanting to swing the knife at more than just the vegetables. A typical, arrogant Yankee fan. "I'll call when dinner's ready. Until then, I hope you'll be upstairs."His laughter echoed throughout the kitchen. Chills returned to her when he was gone. Carina reorganized his breathing as he began to walk up the stairs, and the dog remained still.She ran into the living room, turned on the baseball game, turned the volume up, and went into the back room to check on the dogs.The knitted bed sheet was torn to pieces.She removed it from the black labrador's teeth and tucked it into the bottom desk drawer. The sheets were dirty, so she cleaned them up, spread out fresh papers, and stacked a few more on the couch and chair just in case. She refilled the water bowls and figured they all had to go out for another hour before bed.She closed the door, rushed into the kitchen, and finished dinner while shouting commentary to her players.Eric went down to
He pulled his mouth away from hers to bite lightly at the delicate curve of her neck. A shiver ravaged her body, and he let out a satisfied whisper as he moved lower to be treated on her breasts, his tongue licking the sharp tip, biting lightly. while she writhed against the wall and urged him. His mouth opened to cover her and he savored, sucking hard on her strawberry-colored nipples as his hands slid from her back to cup the curves of her ass, pressing her hips against the bulging length. Up hard, pounding throbbing begging to be let in."Eric, I-""Don't tell me to stop."He looked up. Her breasts slid out of his mouth, her nipples hard and aroused by his interest. Her stomach quivered. Her puffy lips parted, allowing her ragged, broken breaths to escape.Her eyes were dark and deep, drowning out the blue as she stared locked in his eyes. A second passed as he waited. One moment. A century."Do not stop."She pulled his head down and kissed him. He had ravaged the flesh of her lip