“God, she loved this man. She loved his gruff, sweet, thoughtful sides. And his edgy side. She wasn’t in love with the perfect Cord McKay she’s been fantasizing over forever, but the real flesh and blood man. The real man. Flaws and all.”

“I know it’s stupid, but I’m just so crazy in love with her I wanted everyone to know it. To see how lucky I am. To brag that this…perfect woman is mine. That she picked me. That she loves me.” “What do you care that the whole world knows that?” Colt said. “Jeez, Carter, the only important thing is you know.” Colby and Cord both gave Colt an odd look.”

“Umm. Wow. Did it grow? Because it looks bigger.""Kissin' your red-hot love flower made this stem grow big and hard just for you, baby doll."AJ managed to meet his eyes. "Love flower?""Thought maybe you wanted some kinda sweet-talkin' love words first.”

“That I’m gonna have your sweet little body every which way I’ve fantasized about? Absolutely. That I’m make you forget any other man who’s ever touched you? Without apology. That I’m gonna cause your body to sing and sigh and weep with pleasure? Guaranteed. That I’d ever hurt you? No. That I’d ever share you? Bring another lover into our bed? Hell no. Fuck no.” His lips were a whisper away; his eyes flashed a dangerous glint. “You’re only ever mine. My hands on you. My mouth on you. My cock in you. Understood?”

“The more she stared, the happier his dick was to swell with pride, doing a stellar flagpole imitation.About a year later, Tierney dragged her gaze away from his groin and looked him in the eye. "This is why I was against casual Thursdays. There's always that one person who takes it too far.”

“Channing, come back here.”“No,” she tossed off over her shoulder.“I’m warnin’ you, girl, you don’t want to make me mad.”“Tough shit, tough guy. Suck it up and walk it off.”People around them stopped and stared, nudged each other and chuckled, giving Colby a wide berth.“Last chance,” he yelled.Channing flipped him the bird without turning around. In fact, she ran away from him like her boot heels were smoking.He was going to paddle that sassy little ass but good.”

“Should I tell her that I can’t sleep, I can’t eat and I miss talkin’ to her? Or just sittin’ with her? That I miss the secret way she smiles at me? That I constantly think about the way she smells, the taste of her mouth, the feel of her skin, and the sound of her laughter?”