... A Man's Plans Are Meant To

If You Can't Dance On It, It Isn't Coffee.

A Ghra. A Amhain. My Love. My Only.

Grab It While You Can Because Tomorrow Could Suck You Dry.

You Said We've Got A New Page. I Figure I've Got Some Say In What Gets Written On It. So I'm Going To Work On You. Last Time Around, You Threw Yourself At Me.” “i Did No Such Thing.” “sure You Did. But I Can See I've Got My Work Cut Out For Me This Time. That's Okay.” He Skimmed His Thumb Over Her Knuckles Before She Jerked Her Hand Free. “in Fact, I Think I'm Going To Enjoy It.” “i Don't Know Why I Waste My Time Trying To Mend Fences With You. You're As Arrogant As You Ever Were.” “just The Way You Like Me, Sweetheart.

‘was That Like A Cookie?’ She Wondered. ‘hmmm?’ ‘you Know, Have A Cookie. You'll Feel Better.’ She Put Her Hands On Either Side Of His Face, Lifting It As He Laughed. ‘were You Making Me Feel Better?’ ‘i Certainly Hope So. It Worked For Me.’ He Dipped His Head To Kiss Her Lightly. ‘i Wanted You. I Always Do.’ ‘it's Funny How Men Can Wake Up With Their Brains In Their Cocks.’ ‘it Makes Us What We Are.’ Still Chuckling, He Rolled Her Over Him, Patted Her Butt. ‘let's Take A Shower. I'll Give You Another Cookie.’