"You're too much..." Annabelle Linton chided with a laugh.
"Not enough, not enough..." Leona Grant mumbled indistinctly as he kissed her, his hand slipping inside her clothes. "No matter how much I love you, it's never enough..."
Leona Grant's hand traveled up from her flat stomach... Annabelle Linton quickly grabbed it to stop him from getting fresh.
But her stomach was Annabelle Linton's ticklish spot. With his hand resting there, she couldn't pull it away, and she couldn't control the urge to laugh.
Annabelle Linton laughed as she warned, "You'd better stop that right now!"
'She knew it. Once he started, he'd never stop.'
'And she'd be the one "suffering" in the end!'
Leona Grant gave her a few roguish kisses, but she dodged every one.
He stopped, bracing his hands on the sofa and pinning her beneath him as he looked down at her.
