“If keeping me off your dick wasn’t punishment, what was it?”… “Foreplay.”…“We’ve had six years of that. Do we really need more?”Dallas grinned.”

“I can’t do this without you. I can’t be Dallas without Lex.”

“I should have told you. I guess I...wanted you to know. I wanted you to know what I needed, but maybe you couldn't understand that what I needed was you.""Do you need me?""I can survive without you, but it's only that. Surviving. I want to live.”

“Well?”“Well, what” she asked.“Are we gonna do this or not?”… “Do what? Should I whine and complain like the little bitch I am so you can pat me on the head and buy me something pretty to shut me up?”

“He knows what’s his.”Lex’s knees went weak. “Do you know, Dallas?”“Every fucking thing I see,” he replied, close enough for his breath to stir the hair at her temple. “But you most of all. You above everyone.”

“What can I say. We like our women only mostly tamed. Where’s the fun in a woman who’d never stab you just a little, if you pissed her off bad enough?”

“She was sated and relaxed, which was quickly becoming his favourite look on her. Her sleep y smile wasn’t meant to charm or soothe him. It wasn’t a mask. This was Lex, stripped of all that bullshit she’d learned in Two. Not trying to be anyone’s fantasy.It made her his.”