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You know what, Peabody? Justice means a little more to me than a pretty gold star on my record or some fucking captain’s bars. And if you want to go run after lover boy and stroke his ego, no one’s st...
Bribes often worked where procedure or threats wouldn’t.
Don’t be a sore loser.’‘It’s hard to argue with a woman when she’s got her knee on my ego.’‘Good. Now I’m going to have my way with you.’‘Are you?’‘Damn right. I won.’ She cocked her head and reached...
Sit up, and no whining.I don't whine.Rarely, he agreed. But when you do, you make up for the lack of quantity with quality.
Look. I'm your expert consultant for a rather pathetic monetary wage, and under that agreement I have the option of selecting a technical assistant. He's mine.She blew out a breath, paced to the windo...
She had to hoof it two
You go in, I go in.Listen---He took her face in his hands.You go, I go. That's non-negotiable. If we're to get blasted to hell or poisoned into lunatics, we do it together.Crap, Crap. You have to look...
When his mouth was on hers, when he could feel her about to shatter yet again, he plunged into her, knocking her over the edge with that first rough stroke.And still he thought: More.Even as she shudd...
Maybe it’s all they were after, but gamblers gamble. It worked, as far as they’re concerned.
It matters, Eve, that you came from monsters. Matters, he continued, gripping her chin in his hand, because, coming from them, you chose to make yourself into a woman who hunts the monsters. Not for v...
When I came in and you were sleeping, I thought: There’s my soldier, exhausted from her wars. He lifted her hand, kissed her fingers. Now, I look, and I think: There’s my woman, soft and lovely. Her l...
I crossed the line. The line shifts. Now he gave those shoulders a quick, impatient shake. If the law, if justice has no compassion, no fluidity, no humanity, how is it justice?
I'm going to see if Morris has a spare spine lying around you can borrow if you're scared to speak to that high-heeled, smug-ass bitch, Peabody.
They are not to be scarfed, the cinnamon sticky bun, but savored.
You can’t make this shit up.
There was even a whole section dedicated to throats and boobs, though they called it décolletage.
I won't say I'm sorry. He lifted his hand, skimmed his fingers over her cheek. I wouldn't mean it. But I will say I love you. I've never meant anything more.He drew her into his arms. She pressed her...
He turned her into his arms as they stepped into the studio, ran his hands over her hips. I missed you. I miss spending large quantities of time with you.She felt the heat kindle between her thighs, h...
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,...
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