Now it's my turn to give you advice." The tightened his grip, eliminating any doubt about whether he was as ready for this as she was. "Any time you're talking about having hot, dirty sex that makes y...
Being this close to him was like sitting under a hotness heat lamp. In the desert. At high noon.
She hadn't just drunk the Salvation Kool-Aid - she'd started to brew her own.
In her career, she'd closed multi-million dollar deals without a hint of nerves. Now she needed a jumbo-sized bottle of antacids just to get out of her car. Or a double shot of whiskey. God, she was l...
Time for a showdown with her mutinous brewmaster. She'd tried nice. She'd tried all business. She'd tried cajoling. Now, it was time to try bitch with big brass balls.
And suddenly, her day turned into the kind that explained why God invented chocolate, comfy pants, and booze.
So while the world thinks of you as a real-life Bruce Wayne with hundreds of millions in the bank and models draped across your arm, you’re really Batman, aligned with the Resistance, and you kidnappe...
I'm not an easy man, not even for forty-eight hours."Keeping her gaze locked on his face, she stroked the hard outline of his dick with the tip of her fingernail. "Good thing I like things hard.
With an embarrassingly little amount of effort on his part, he twisted the Glock out of her fingers and flung it across the drive..."Going so soon?" he asked."The company isn't to my liking.
The man had a smart mouth, a hard body, and questionable motives. In short, he was exactly what made her panties melt.
Everything is going to be okay, Princess Eloise," he whispered against her ear. "I promise."But it wouldn't. She knew better than to ever trust a man who promised happy endings in the middle of a kidn...
Not Mr. Rasmussen. Call me Dom. I really think we should be on a first-name basis, since you know that I strip off my suit every night and get into bed wearing nothing at all.".
Do you sleep in your suits, too?"He dragged his gaze from the sweater she held up to her and completed a slow perusal starting at her totally reasonable three-and-a-half-inch metallic silver heels, up...
She dropped her head, touching his forehead with hers, and rolled her hips, not bothering or not able to keep quiet her sweet little mewl of pleasure. Her heat seeped into him, trapping him in the mom...
It's a small closet."... "It's a walk-in the size of Rhode Island," he teased... "Isn't that just like a man to exaggerate the size of something?
He'd started falling for her the moment she walked into Devil's Dip Gym. She'd KO'd him and there was no going back.
Her skin glowed in dawn's soft light sneaking in through curtains, and she stretched her arms up toward the ceiling in a move that elongated everything above her waist and below his belt.
Nobody fucks with my girl." Life snapped back into her mahogany-colored eyes. "I'm not your girl." "But you will be.
He smiled. "You didn't think we were going to follow orders from a psychopath and run scared, did you?
And Mrs. Orton had the seizure right after you applied the lipstick?" Reggie's voice was dead serious. Drea nodded. That little tidbit set off Cam's warning sirens. Not good. Reggie closed his noteboo...
