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Spending the Night With Jack
Jack and Abigail got to know each other and became very good friends. One Friday night, Jack took Abigail out to dinner, then shopping at the mall, then parking in a romantic spot beside the river. That was where she had gotten up the nerve to ask him, and from his response she knew that it was something that they both wanted.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyIntimate Encounter
"Well, here it is!" Drew announced, winking at his new wife. Eagerly Josie followed him to the door, gasping in surprise when she saw the horse-drawn carriage. "Wow! For us?" she exclaimed.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyWedding Night
"We're finally here," Jack announced as the car pulled into the motel's parking lot. Abigail yawned. "And not a moment too soon, I see," Jack laughed.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyEnemies To Lovers 4: Foot Massage
She'd barely gulped one bite down before taking another. She felt Schiller's hand on her arm and froze. "Careful." Did she detect a tiny amount of concern in his voice? "I do not want you to choke."
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyInnocence Surrendered 2: Broken Condom
For the rest of the evening, Jan wondered whether or not her family could tell just by looking at her what she and Ilya had done. Her parents and siblings treated her the same as they always had, but she still wondered whether they sensed something different about her but just didn't let on.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyPassionate Encounter
Josie found it impossible to sleep that night. A suddenly occurring thought had shaken her badly, and try as she might, she couldn't get it out of her head. After hours of tossing and turning, she decided that she couldn't stand it anymore and got up and walked into the living room where Drew was. She hated to awaken him but didn't feel that her question could wait until the morning.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyEnemies To Lovers 25: Home At Last
Joanna was napping with Veronica in the cabin when the flurry of footsteps along the deck awakened her, and she went to see what the commotion was all about. When she reached the deck, she saw a group of her fellow passengers standing there, gazing across the water at - land!
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyPassion Interrupted
Although Jurgen and Joanna returned to the isolated cabin in the woods several more times, the events of their first visit were never repeated. The memory of the exquisite pleasure she'd received from her former enemy haunted Joanna, but she was nowhere near brave enough to request a repeat performance.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyEnemies To Lovers 19: Drop Of Blood
"I'm really a woman now," Joanna thought the next morning as she awakened and sat up in bed, then glanced at Jurgen, who still slept peacefully beside her. The irony that her most intimate treasure had just been given to a man she'd once loathed and feared wasn't lost on her.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyEnemies To Lovers 17: Depression
Christmas at the Schiller's that year was a sad mockery of the previous year's joyous celebration. All the family members, especially Frau Schiller, found the absence of Reinhart very painful. Her various sons and daughters held and comforted her as she wailed, assuring her Reinhart had given his all for the Fatherland and would surely be rewarded in the afterlife.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyEnemies To Lovers 13: The New Sweater
As the weeks passed, Joanna became accustomed to life at the Schiller cottage. Everyone, including Jurgen, was always kind to her, and as the war raged on, she joined Frau Schiller in the housework and soon came to feel as if life were back to normal.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyUncertain
She won’t stay. What a mood breaker. Why does my mind do this to me? I know she loves me. Her head is on my chest, her breaths coming with the ease of sleep as the dawning sun shimmers in her hair. I just want it to stay like this forever and there’s no reason for me to think it won’t.
Megan MacLeanPublished 2 years ago in Filthy