“Maybe I could just James Bond my way down the cable if I draped the scarf over it, clinging to the ends as my body careened down it to safety-- Careened. What an ugly word that was”

“He looked at my lips. I suddenly found myself wanting to lick his. 'Yes,' he replied, his eyes going molten. My breath caught in my throat as he reached out and brushed a strand of hair where it had flown across my cheek. 'I believe we do have unfinished business.' 'Good.' I gulped, suddenly one big mass of tingling body parts that wanted an immediate introduction to all of his body parts. I tried to slam down a mental barrier between his mind and mine, but it did no good. The cheerleaders in my groin were setting up fundraising car washes to finance a field trip to his groin.”

“Well, possibly," I said, feeling my lips twitch again. "But maybe first you would tell us why you chose to manifest yourself in the form of Shirley Temple as last seen on the 'Good Ship Lollipop'?"The demon twirled around, its big pink sash fluttering as it smoothed down its dress and frilly little petticoat. "My grotesque form isn't making you sick with fright?"We both shook our heads, Noelle with a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. "Shirley Temple at her pinnacle was frightening," I finally told it, "but not in the sense I think you mean.”

“You do not interrupt a man when he is explaining his master plan after having been soundly defeated. Don't you watch any James Bond Movies?”

“You want to …?” His other eye popped open as I started to slide down his body, intent on exploring that part of him which had given me so much pleasure. He grabbed me before I was able to move four inches. I looked up, worried that I had done something wrong. A familiar strained, tense look was on his face, his eyes screwed up tight. I looked down at his penis. It was no longer in a resting state. “I thought you were sated?”I was. Until you went and mentioned doing that to me. No! Don’t touch me there, woman! For the love of – grk!”A half hour later, Gabriel, his arm wrapped around me because my legs were unusually weak, hustled me toward the house with a grim look on his face.I will beat this,” he muttered. “I am a wyvern, I am strong. I will control my needs long enough to give you pleasure, and you will enjoy it, dammit!”I said nothing, but I smiled. A lot. [May and Gabriel, pg. 307]”

“I walked over to Drake and stomped on his foot. Hard. "What will I give you tohelp me? What will I give you?"He stood on one leg rubbing his foot, grinning a grin so steamy, it almost meltedmy underwear. "I never doubted you would defeat her. You are my mate. Youcould do no less."I pointed a finger at him. "You are too arrogant for your own good. I officiallyde-mate you. Go away. I never want to see you again. Except maybe tonight.Naked. Your place. But after that, no more.”

“A knife!" I yelled, still brandishing my pillow. "Jim, I command you to get me a gelding knife. If this guywants to be a stallion—"He dissolved in a flurry of white smoke even before I could finish the sentence.Ha! Victorious again!"Yeah," Jim drawled while I remade the bed and fluffed up my pillows. "Aisling, two; sexy, naked menwho just want to give her the pleasure of a lifetime with no commitment, zero.”