Jacki’s long legs stretched across the tangled sheets, her skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. At thirty-five, her body was a study in elegance—tall and lithe, with a model’s frame that could have earned her a fortune if she had gone into the trade. Her narrow waist flared into hips that swayed with a subtle, unconscious allure. Her small, pointy breasts stood high on her chest, crowned with nipples that se...