“Please?" A growl errupted somewhere deep in his throat."Put your doe eyes away," he said into her ear. "Begging will only get us both into trouble."~Armand”

“The image of her beneath him, her flexible legs wrapped around his neck, flashed in his mind. He cleared his throat to shoo it away.~Detective Kevin McCoy”

“If I kiss you now," he whispered as if he'd read her mind...."I won't be able to stop there."~Armand”

“Just toss on those panties you stashed in your purse and call it good.""That's so dirty. People will smell the sex all over me."His smile was wicked. "I know. And no one will doubt you belong to me.""I'm not sure I like this possessive side of you."He bent and growled in her ear, "Yes you do.”

“Except maybe when you're fucking Joe Football, you never get confused and think you're actually fucking a Saints player.~Armand”

“I could lick you all night." he murmured as she slowly rode him, her body perched over his massive chest. "I could fuck you for days." He bit her neck and growled.~Slade”

“Oh fuck," he groaned, thrusting his cock harder against her. Grabbing her hips, he suddenly jerked her up and slid beneath her. "I want your pussy on my face." he said.~Slade”