The Thing About Nightmares Was That You

Your Craving Should Be For Me, Angel, Not An Orgasm. For My Body, My Hands. Eventually, You Won't Be Able To Come Without My Skin Touching Yours.

I Have One One Type: Eva Lauren Tramell. That’s It.” I Rolled My Eyes. “okay. Whatever.

There's Nothing Like A Little Gideon Therapy To Make Things Look Up.

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

Until You, I Didn't Consider My Past As An Issue. Yes, It Affected Certain Ways I Did Things, But Everything Had Its Place And I Wasn't Unhappy. In Fact, I Thought I Had A Comfortable And Uncomplicated Life." "oh Boy." My Nose Wrinkled. "hello, Mr Comfortable. I'm Miss Complicated." His Grin Flashed. "never A Dull Moment.