I Want To Sympathize, I Do, But

I Can't Bail Out On Cary," I Said Apologetically, Turning To Face Him. "chicks Before Dicks And All That.

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.

…he Murmured. “of Course, You’re My Favorite Ride.” “aw, That’s Sweet, Baby. And You’re My Favorite Joystick.

"you’re Different,” He Said, Touching My Face. Of Course I Was. The Man I Loved Had Killed For Me. A Lot Of Things Became Inconsequential After A Sacrifice Like That.

I Had Never Seen Hair That Purely Black. It Was Glossy And Slightly Long, The Ends Drifting Over His Collar. That Sexy Length Was The Crowning Touch Of Bad Boy Hotness Over The Successful Businessman, Like Whipped Cream Topping On A Hot Fudge Brownie Sundae. As My Mother Would Say, Only Rogues And Raiders Had Hair Like That." (eva About Gideon)