There was no doubt that Anne was not the hard-working type. She had been brought up to be a lady. But she was shrewd, a businesswoman, a true asset for Charles. There was definitely no woman like Anne in Nassau. She knew that, and she loved it. And of course he was unlike any man she'd ever met.

The way he drove into her over and over again was unlike anything she'd felt with anyone else. They moved fluidly together, his thrusts sending all kinds of heat and desire rushing through her. Anne's entire body began to quake as she felt herself on the brink.

As he kissed her, she tilted her head back and returned that kiss, even nipping playfully at his lower lip. But as he slammed into her that last time, Anne felt all that tingling heat that had been building up inside her suddenly burst. Anne cried out against Charles' lips and against his mouth as she came hard, her core quivering and trembling around his length. Her fluids dripped down his length as she quaked against him.