“Colt, you’re a cop. I’m fairly certain you realize what you are proposing is illegal. As in bigamy.”He laughed. “You don’t legally marry us both. Just one of us. Then the three of us make our own private vows.”“Fine,” she leaned back and gave him a smug look as if expecting her next question to jar some sense into them. “Who am I going to legally marry?”He grinned at her transparency. Obviously, she thought this was going to be a sticking point. “We’ll arm wrestle to decide that.”

“Promise you’ll never let go of my hand?”He kissed her. It was the easiest vow he’d ever made. “Promise.”

“Jesus, she was turned-on by his spanking. He should have realized. After everything they'd done Friday night, he knew her taste for sexual adventure more than matched his.”

“Choose your tempo,” he whispered in her ear. “What?” “Fast and hard or slow and easy. Your tempo, your choice. You get to direct this symphony.”

“You’re finally there, Robbie. On stage in front of huge audiences. All of your hard work has paid off. It’s your time.”He didn’t want any of that. As he looked at Zoey, the priorities he’d always set for himself fell away, leaving just one. One thing that mattered to him.Her.”

“The idea of committing her body to the hands of a man she trusted was freeing, liberating in a way she couldn't quite explain, even to herself”

“She wanted a degree in business technology, not to be the next freaking Nora Roberts.”