“She loved hockey. Loved the speed, the agility. The fights. The men. Brawny, sweaty, messy. They let their hair grown, though no one would ever accuse them of being feminine, not with perpetual five o'clock shadow and bulging muscles. They… — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“She shook her head immediately. She actually liked that he was older. More mature. Daddy issues much? Silencing” — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“Damn, the guy was sexy as hell. Even his feet turned her on. They were lean and long and… Oh, for chrissakes, she was… — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“Grabbing the T-shirt off the bed, he pulled it over his head. Plain black but not as loose as he normally wore. He turned… — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“This wasn’t a fricking date. Yeah, so why are you acting like a teenager going to a dance? Because he was an idiot, that’s… — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“If there was one thing she'd learned from her parents, it's that pleasure was sacred.” — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“Sometimes a girl needed more than Special K with Red Berries in the morning. This qualified as one of those mornings.” — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“Why are you looking at me I'm chocolate cake and you're PMSing?” — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“Sure, she’d come across one or two things she couldn’t explain. Cold spots, disembodied voices, Lady Gaga. Unfortunately, Bigfoot was not one of them.” — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“Collapsing over her, breathing like a freight train, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered, "Name's Tim. Nice to meet you.” — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“Especially when she wrapped one hand around his cock and realized her fingers didn’t meet. Thank you, Goddess of…well, whatever goddess handled huge guys… — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“She loved hockey. Loved the speed, the agility. The fights. The men. Brawny, sweaty, messy. They let their hair grown, though no one would… — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
