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Do you want to play a game?_ he asks, his tone rich and dark and sensuous like his chocolate. Every atom in me stands at attention. __hat kind of game?___e__l call it __ir Says_. The rules are very simple__ give you a command. . . and you obey.

She__ beautiful. Her responsiveness is intoxicating. I have to have this woman.

His voice was low, and I think he would've been hot if he weren't radiating that air of "I Am Super Evil--No, Really--And Not In The Sexy Way.

True class can never receive the highest grade..for its grade is endless

I turned on the water then returned to the door jamb. __hat__ not fair, you__e nice and clean.___ am?_ He took a few steps toward me.__ren__ you?___o,_ he scowled and shook his head. ____ dirty. But you knew that._ Now, if you haven__ heard an Irishman say the word __irty_ before, I will compare it with dynamite in your ovaries. They say it with like, seven Rs.

Meeting writers is usually disappointing, at best. Writers who write sexy thrillers aren't necessarily sexy or thrilling in person. Children's book writers might look more like accountants, or axe murderers for that matter. Horror writers are very rarely scary looking, although they are frequently good cooks.

He shifted his attention back to me and leaned in closer. __ told you to behave. I don__ want to have to arrest you ever again.___m . . . okay.__ felt him slide something under my hand. He leaned in even closer, his mouth by my ear, and whispered, __lthough I wouldn__ mind handcuffing you.__h. My. God.

Not nearly as incredible as hearing you scream when you came. Good thing you took Cassie home. She might think I was killing you in here.""Oh, but what a way to go.

I give him a skeptical look. __ou want to show me your dick?___f it__l help convince you._ He drains the last drops of his Scotch and stands up. __ome on, let__ go.

Oh, darlin_, I__ gonna walk you through it, kiss you through it, feel you through it, taste you through it. Hell, I__ hoping you call out my name through it, but for some reason, if I can__ get you off, by all means, play along. It won__ hurt my feelings. But I don__ think you__l need to.

Fizz had a phrase for those manic occasions when you scaled every final peak, fell off the other side and passed out. Mightysatiety. The oblivion of maximum pleasure.

I had a dream that Zac Effron showed up at my door shirtless with a bouquet of flowers..yep, I__ still waiting on that one to come true.

You know what?_ he whispered, out of breath, __ou__e about to be in a whole lot of trouble. We probably better go.

Nothing turned a man on faster than a woman that couldn't get enough of what he had to offer.

That__ not why I__ here. I__e got a mission. I made a promise._ His chest expanded with a deep, ragged breath. __h, hell. Quit looking at me like you either want to shoot me or eat me up. I__ trying to do the right thing here._ Max__ rejection instantly sent her back to the times in her relationship with Richard when he__ rebuffed her advances. __ wasn__ very good, was I? I__ sor__ __o not let that man come between us._ Max swiped his hand over his mouth and jaw and spun away. Just as quickly he faced her again and grabbed her wrist. __ou call me whatever crass SOB you want to._ He pulled her hand to the front of his jeans and cupped it over the unmistakable warm bulge behind his zipper. __his is what you do to me. I don__ know why you and me fit together this good. If I could take you to bed right now and finish this, I would._ He released her and backed away, raising his hands in apology. __ut that__ not what I__ here for. Neither one of us needs that kind of complication in our lives. I have to keep the mission in mind. I__ a cop. I have to think like a cop, not a..._ __ot a what?_ she asked, her voice barely a whisper. But he didn__ fill in the blank. __t__ not your job to deal with me. I__ damaged goods, Rosie. You can do better than me.

You're only as old as your boy toy...

I__ not a warrior or a goddess,_ I said at last.Adrian leaned closer. __s far as I__ concerned, you__e both.

There's nothing sexier than confidence, and nothing dumber than over-confidence. Life is all about where you draw the line between the two.