“Oil. It makes it easier.” Murdo crawled onto the mattress and straddled David’s thighs. His gaze was hot, his faint smile promising. “I’m going to rub it on you—and in you—and do other unspeakable things to you too.” He grinned,… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways. — William Shatner Copy Share Image
