Predatrix Two Revenge and Betrayal
At the end of the corridor, Jane almost pushed him inside her cabin and closed the door. He turned around to find her standing, arms across her chest, breathing heavily (her heavy breasts rose and fell in the most hypnotic rhythm), and nostrils flaring. He tore his eyes away from her chest and tried to look into her sharp, stern eyes. He had nothing to say. “So? What were you thinking?” Michael stood there, fingers in his pockets, shoulders hunched and dropped his gaze to the floor. He...