In waking, the sheets felt warm and deliciously soft on top of her naked limbs. Her toes stretched off the edge of the bed before she curled them back under the thick comforter and shivered. The movement brought her closer to the hot skin of her companion, whose back lay pressed up against the length of hers. During the midst of waking he could feel her movement, and lifted his arm slightly to accommodate hers, suddenly wrapping around his

It had been a long day on Annas patience. Customers came in constantly, consistently building on her workload. On top of that most of them had been pushy, rude or arrogant at best. The drive home was like a sedative to her frayed nerves. Upon opening the door to her two-bedroom flat, luscious aromas rolled over her senses from the bathroom. She could hear the shower running and hot steam crept out of the crack where the door sat ajar. Obviously Brian was home.

Grayson leaned back in his chair, his boots hooked casually over the opposite seat in lieu of any company. In fact, his whole corner of the bar was rather vacant. He felt comfortable enough for that, with a huge serving of roasted meat at his elbow and a glass of wine settled down in his palm. It was a good inn, for all the reputation of the citys quarter down by the docks. The light was low, greasy smoke from the lanterns curling about the rafters above. In his quiet corner, the dimness and the wine were making a valiant attempt at putting

The room was dark and thick with tension. Her breath was heavy, panting as her arm was jerked backwards and strapped to the pole above her head. She lay on her back, breasts pushed up by the bra underneath them into pleasing round globes. The cup was forced under each breast so her nipples, hard to the cool air, could be exposed to the waiting eyes all around her.

When he walked into their small apartment, it was silent except for a rustling in the bedroom. He poked his head into the room that made up their bedroom, almost calling out her name. He stopped only because he had some strange inkling that he knew what would come next if he kept watching from the doorway. On the bed, which lie facing the opposite corner of the room from the door, lay his girlfriend of a year and a half. In the dim light that the setting sun provided, he watched her with rising interest as she wriggled out of her tight jeans.