There’s no such thing as an amicable divorce.
Then we'd better stop her. Coating the hammering fear with calming ice, Roarke worked precisely. I'm not losing my wife today. I need more shagging light here.
The music room’s in the next wing. We can have coffee and brandy there.I doubt we’d share the same taste in music, Roarke.You might be surprised, he murmured, at what we share. He touched her cheek ag...
Testing, she lifted her hips, let them fall. Oh, for God's sake. We can't do this on a talking bed. Everybody in the house will know what's going on in here.Enjoying himself, he nuzzled at her throat....
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there’s no more dying then. —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Sir. Several expressions passed over Peabody's face before it went carefully blank. That's a lovely dress, Lieutenant. Are you premiering a new style?Baffled, Eve looked down, then rolled her eyes. Sh...
She took his mouth, gave it a nice little bite as she ground against him. There you are, she murmured.Well, you've left me no choice.A cock's always ready to crow.He laughed, wrapped his arms around h...
She stepped inside, into warmth and white marble veined with gray, into the strangely spicy scent of whatever the masses of bold flowers cast off from their silver urn on the central table.
She needed, he knew, the human touch. His touch. It humbled him that she found strength there. That what they found in each other steadied them both. Soft here, and tender, to reaffirm who they were,...
She broke off a piece of bacon and offered it to the cat who sat staring holes through her.For him, this is makeup sex. That’s all you get, she said when Galahad inhaled the bacon then affectionately...
Roarke's brow cocked as he noted Casto take in the black satin that slithered over Eve's body. In the manner of men or unfriendly male dogs, Roarke showed his teeth.
Roarke wondered if she thought of how many more would be hers—victims and killers. And knew, as he knew her, she did.
Pay up.Eve rolled over, rubbed her bare butt, and wondered if she'd have rug burns. Still vibrating from the last orgasm, she closed her eyes again. Huh?Fifty credits. He leaned over, gently kissed th...
On your fucking face, you fucking shit coward. Stream my lieutenant in the fucking back? Fuck you.
Oh thank you, Jesus.It's Roarke. He tapped a finger on Eve's head. You really shouldn't forget your own husband's name.
No. Nature, nurture, both matter, both form us. But at some point, at so many points, the choices we make, the paths we take, they define us. You made yours. She’s made hers. Yeah.
No, prudent people didn’t leave their feelings hanging out; didn’t leave themselves vulnerable.
No way that was a act. She really is that gullible. She really is dumb as a sack of moondust.Yet very sweet.Eve rolled her eyes toward him. I think you have to have a penis to get that impression.
Maybe I’m like the vehicle, Eve decided. Keep it ordinary on the outside, so nobody notices all the hardware inside.
Listen, if I can manage it, I'll try to swing home this afternoon for a bit. To—I don't know—help you out or something.His smile was warm and gorgeous. See there. You're acting like a wife.Shut up.I l...