“His sharp eyes scanned everything, but they didn’t dart. Nothing about him promised sudden movement...”

“My mouth could deny my interest in Kelly all day long, but my pussy didn’t lie. He felt like more than a single person. Two hands, a hard body, a mean voice. A one-man orgy. I’d leave here limping, just as he’d promised.”

“His expression transforms, looking mean in a good way, promising me greed and aggression, things I'd never ask for but long to see.”

“His lips were parted, lids heavy. This moment might not be about him and me, about two bodies unified in pleasure or anything profound, but goddamn he looked good. Looked exactly as he felt— strong and big and one hundred percent in control. And I felt exactly as he surely saw me, a hungry vessel, eager to please, at the mercy of his cock.”

“His eyes looked pale green this afternoon, the color of corroded copper.”

“Behind narrowed lids his eyes were ice, and they followed my every motion...”

“His mood-ring eyes were neutral gray, summer clouds that threatened no rain.”