"I trust you even more," his lips pressed against the back of her neck, passionately kissing, "with me around, I won't allow you to be hurt in the slightest."
"But you still asked me to yield to her—"
Wayne Bailey's hand held her shoulder, intimately caressing, "Being humble doesn't mean you're wrong, nor does it mean you're lesser than her."
His embrace was scorching, as if to melt her completely.
"It's about protecting yourself from getting hurt. Your personality can make you easily taken advantage of."
Forever headstrong, attracting unnecessary trouble.
"Anna Jadwin, when you hurt, it hurts me too."
So sensual~ suddenly the embodiment of a romantic sage? His big hand was still roaming around, kneading her all over the place.
Reaching into her sweatpants, pressing on her inner thigh...
