I Don't Need Anything Else. I Get

I Found Myself Pinned To The Hallway Wall By Six Feet, Two Inches Of Hard, Hot Male.

He Was My Drug, And I Had No Desire To Kick The Habit.

I Keep What's Mine, And I Do Not Share.

I Loved The Way He Kissed Me, As If He Had To, As If He'd Go Crazy If He Didn't And Had Nearly Waited Too Long.

The World Would Be A Very Sad Place If Readers Could Only Love One Story.