“First, I don’t love you kindly, like some Jane Austen heroine who’s going to pine away if you leave. I’ll find someone else. Everyone does. But right now, right this minute, I love you like I’m on fire, or in… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“You are so unbelievably, totally loveable,’ she purred. ‘And I know I’m the only woman who’s ever said that to you.’ ‘Absolutely, baby. The… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“Need a brush?’ ‘You tell me.’ ‘Nah, that FF look is hot.’ ‘FF?’ He smiled. ‘Freshly fucked.” — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“She looked so hopeful he would have built the pyramids for her single-handedly to satisfy that hope.” — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“She wasn’t sure her independence would survive against the full onslaught of his wilfulness. But she loved him – anyway and every way.” Dominic… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“He was ridiculously handsome, tall, lean yet solid with muscle. Politely immoral, indifferent to censure. As if he knew he was irresistible in all… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“I’m going to eat you for dessert.’ ‘Not here!’ ‘Here, Katherine. That’s why I’m making room.’ ‘People might come in…” — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“You’re lucky I like you,’ he said with a grin. ‘Do you really?’ He hesitated a fraction of a second. But her eyes were… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“He shrugged . ‘That’s part of the game. Excess is an escape for me, a defence against old ghosts and what seems at times… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“As rash as he, she capitulated with indecent speed, gave herself up to his plundering mouth and tongue, wanting what he wanted, wanting more.… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“He went absolutely still for a split second, an error message flashing wildly in his brain. Another second passed before he resumed breathing, then… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“…a long-haired, younger, super-lean Dominic Knight with sleek, corded muscles and the loose-limbed grace of a large jungle cat. Even in the unprofessional video… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
“He smiled. ‘Since when did you get shy?’ She ran her fingers through her copper curls in a quick restive gesture, then stared at… — C.C. Gibbs Copy Share Image
