Marina Adair

Thank you,” she said, dusting the snow off her butt.

“You need any help with that?”

You know what or you wouldn’t have been sneaking peeks at my lips for the past five minutes.”

You know what? I don’t want to talk about my family, I want you to kiss me.”

“As the lady wishes.”

I like your shirt.”

“I think I’d like it better draped over your naked, sated body.”