She pushed a finger against his shoulder, pushing him so he was flat on his back on the bed. "Now behave yourself and I'll show you how much fun I can be.
Things so seldom go exactly the way we plan.
She rose to her feet, lining her body up with his and closing the gap between them. "What if I need help in a different way?" "Darlin', I'm a full-service kind of helper." His hand dropped to her left...
I'm always glad to help." His grin was as quick and easy as it was devastating to her panties. "What can I say? I'm a real dick that way.
I'm trying to picture you growing up with sisters." "I can do a double French braid in less than three minutes and I've bought more tampons than a thirty-one-year-old man should ever admit to.
Tits and ass and class - that's how you land a man with money, Tamara Anne. You've got two and can fake the last one.
Just dinner?" If there was a God in heaven, no was the answer to that. "Whatever else is up to you and that little voice inside you telling you to jump my bones like a trampoline, darlin'." This time...
So tell me, Tamara darlin', what other needs can I help you take care of?
Trust me, darlin', I've got skills for every room in the house.
This was going to be like hunting black cats at midnight on a moonless night.
Darlin', you are all female but not in the least little bit weak.
You work with B-Squad." He nodded. "On a come-and-go basis as a freelancer." "Why's that?" From the number of B-Squad clients she'd had to turn away in the past month, Tamara knew the team could use a...
He'd been going out with his right hand for so long they were practically common law spouses.
I know for a fact you get all hot and bothered for cocky Texans with big trucks." "Is that what I like to be big?" "You know it, darlin'." He dipped his head lower wanting - needing - to touch her. "Y...
Gotta love it when a plan comes together...
...Because I have a a serious medical condition. Gabe shook his head ruefully. It's called foot-in-mouth disease.
Keisha said... I'm going to ride you so hard you might regret seeking shelter here.Gabe replied... IF you don't, I'm gonna need to go back out and throw myself into a snowbank just to cool off
I'll be damned. Miranda Sweet, is it you or is my glaucoma acting up again?" Ruby Sue sat her glass down on the Formica countertop with a clank. "You always did know how to make an entrance. Who do yo...
West Virginia had the Hatfield and the McCoys. Shakespeare had the Capulets and the Montagues. Salvation had the Martins and the Sweets.
The Sweets rarely set foot on the avenues. They'd always lived on the street-side of town, where duct tape held everything together and WD-40 stopped the squeaks.
