“I can’t believe it’s you. Wait, why does my chart say Randy Johnson?” Reid chuckled at the ridiculous name he used for anonymity. “It’s an alias.” Wanting to erase the pained look from whatever had happened before he arrived, he… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Holy shit, you're so big." He wasn't a conceited ass when it came to his dick, but it wasn't the first time he'd heard… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Yeah, Vanessa. I also call her Red, Viper, Princess, and behind her back, Woman-who’s-driving-me-fucking-insane.” — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Oh, he was definitely doable. Did Hawaiians have the saying “Save a surfboard, ride a surfer”?” — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Each new relationship was ‘different’ and he ‘really meant it this time.’ But he was like a kid eating a bag of M&M’s for… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“She reacted to life rather than participated, or even instigated. When spoken to, she responded. When given something, she accepted. But when the world… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Oh God, Reid," she panted. "What are we doing? This is crazy." "No," he argued, biting her earlobe and making her gasp from the… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Roman,” I say, slapping the table in front of him. “You gonna look up from that thing and weigh in on this conversation, or… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“A wicked grin hitches up the corner of my mouth as a plan starts to formulate. “I mean, what if we send over someone… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“A more accurate slogan would be, “What happens in Vegas ends up on the internet, dumbass.” — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Enjoy your last few hours of being in control, V. Because after that…you’re mine.” — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Since when?” she challenged. “Since when has my heart been with you?” She nodded. He stepped closer and framed her face in his large… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
