” He grinned. “How are you with gardening?”“Dad!” Amelia hissed.Dale’s smile grew wider. “Oh. I believe I shall pick it up quickly.”Am...lia caught a playful glint in his eyes. Eyes that flicked to hers and smoldered. Her skin tingled. Her thighs pressed together. She felt light headed.Okay, she thought. So, uh. Maybe I do want him to be my boyfriend.Lucas sat down in his favorite chair in the briefing room and looked over at his manager. Lieutenant Chomsky was a bulldog faced woman who spoke in. She wore her hair down. He smoothed it back before kneeling down in front of her. Bracing his hands on her hips he cupped her ass and squeezed, then he reached for the hem of her dress. He let his hands run over the curve of her thighs, hips, and sides of her breasts, pulling the clothing over her head. Letting the dress drape across the chair next to the bed. Michael continued to admire her as he unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled from the cups into his hands. So soft. His thumbs rubbed her. More

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