So when are we going to fuck, he said in a guttural voice. I'm ready to stop ignoring this.Novo narrowed that stare even harder. Never. How's sound to you?You want it.Not from you.Liar. He leaned in...
The door to the PT suite swung open, and Peyton appeared between the jambs with a bottle of liquor in his hand, an arousal in his pants, and the wild look in his eye of someone over the brink. In this...
Will you two cut the shit and get a room already, Axe drawled. No offense, but rom coms make me sick.This is not a romantic comedy, Novo ground out. It's a murder mystery with an obvious ending.