“Smile, so your teeth won't suffocate.”

“Your mind is just like parachute ! if you don't open it, it won't work !”

“Your mind is just like a parachute ! if you don't open it, it won't work !”

“His head is busy moving between my parted thighs. He makes low purr-like sounds between my legs and is so surprisingly ravenous I can feel his teeth. His nails bit into my thighs as he devours me like he's the one deriving pleasure from the act, and I'm so turned on by the way he laps me up, that I come.”

“There he is, a woman's living, breathing fantasy, doing his slow, cocky turn, spiky black hair, darkly tanned chest, dimpled smile-killer smile-all in the package of Remington Tate. He's perfection itself, and a new surge of hormones sweeps through me as I do what the rest of the crowd does and take in his visual, so blatantly on display in those low riding boxing shorts and so strikingly sexy, he becomes the center of my attention. The center. Of my. World.”

“Why won't you take me, Remington?" He groans and pulls me closer. "Because I want you too much".”

“You have only so many bottles in your life, never drink a bad one.”