“Two phoenixes that had overcome the tragic ending written a long time ago, proving the history doesn’t always repeat itself.”

“You really fucked up, Paul Guy, because I don't have an issue using people's weaknesses against them, and this is a pretty big fucking weakness. You could end up being my bitch for a very long time.”

“It was as if the blinders to his vision had been lifted and he wanted to make up for every moment the two of them had missed.”

“We can do something else,” Paul offered casually, taking another long drink of Danny’s beer, enjoying the game in a way he probably shouldn’t. Seduction was always a challenge, and he had an unfair advantage with knowing Danny as well as he did. It almost felt like cheating. “You may not be a sadist, but you are absolutely a Dom. No question, being in control gets you off. I know it does.”

“Yes,” he assured her without hesitation. “I thought I was broken too, that I’d never trust women, but I had it all wrong. I wasn’t broken at all. I was just waiting for you. It’s always been yours; even before we met, it belonged to you.”

“God.” Jules sighed longingly. “You don’t even know. That man’s hotter than Georgia asphalt in July.”

“He can’t keep it in his pants for a few months?” “He’s twenty-two and full-blooded Italian,” Romeo reminded Clay, thinking it was obvious. “No, he can’t.”