“ JJ glared at his slumbering frame. Long legs, lethal in denim, his button fly already enticingly popped, abdomen all ridged and naked, begging for a finger or a tongue to discover the hills and valley… Amy Andrews
“ Jemima Jane Erickson was one drunken pass away from jumping Ethan Weston's bones. He just didn't know it. Amy Andrews
“ All that existed was the blinding imperative to not think, to leave it all behind. To have it all fade to black in the throes of a truly good orgasm. To thrust and rock and pound until he came long an… Amy Andrews
“ You think I need an orgasm to enjoy sex?” she demanded. “What are you, like fifteen?” She eyed him in disgust. “I can get my own orgasms just fine. Last night was not about me getting off. It was abou… Amy Andrews
