Edwina always enjoyed a morning ride. Some mornings she rode the horse, and some mornings she rode the groom.
Barbara Taylor BradfordMots clés older-women naughty-thoughts
Edwina knew things with Greg had just about run their course. She'd bedded him, and bought him clothes, and now it was time for the polite push out the door. Of course she wished her latest conquest all the best. If he was lucky, Greg would just fall right into some other powerful woman's bed. If not . . . well, if not he'd just have to do the old-fashioned thing and look for work. Though darling Greggy-poo didn't really seem the type. Edwina studied him while he slept by the pool, drinking in that tight behind and those bulging muscles for the last time. The trouble with younger men, she thought, was that they were so damned good at sex that they really didn't have to be good at anything else.
Barbara Taylor BradfordMots clés older-women naughty-thoughts
Would you like to sit?" Kellen asked her.
"You'd better do it soon," Owen whispered close to her ear, "or I'm going to bend you over that table and break the club's no-penetration-in-the-lounge rule.
Mots clés sex funny touch rules desire rule regret naughty cunning owen whisper band penetration naughty-funny sole naughty-thoughts kellen naughty-humor
Giving the rugged repairman the eye was one thing -- but Charity had no intention of snogging away a whole rainy afternoon when she was supposed to be catching up on her work. Lady Margaret was counting on her! But then again, Lady Margaret didn't have big brown eyes and a cheeky grin.
Elizabeth Jane HowardMots clés humorous-quotes naughty-thoughts
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