“He smiled. A sub shouldn’t be terrified, but a little anxiety was good.”

“A little insecurity in a submissive wasn’t a bad thing, but her doubts shouldn’t be whether the Dominant cared.”

“You little subs make me nervous. Being around you is too much like walking into a room filled with tiny kittens and trying not to step on one.”

“Maybe I'll just stand here for the half hour and pretend to be a statue. “You were given an order, sub,” he said softly. Or not.”

“He caught her staring and smiled-not a conceited I-work-out-and-have-a-great-body type smirk, but more of a I’m-a-boy; you’re-a-girl; life is good.”

“You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.”

“Am I your dom, little rabbit?”“Yes.” Her red-brown brows drew together. “What’s wrong?”“Not a thing.” He gave her a faint smile, and his gravelly voice deepened. “I thought I’d tell you we’re getting married next month.”~Nolan and Beth~”