“You are a kitten. The name stays. You are the compact version of a wildcat, so it fits. Kitten.” — Alex Morgan Copy Share Image
“He smiled at her and gave a reassuring wink. He couldn't help himself. Chance figured old habits die hard, but the fact… — Alex Morgan Copy Share Image
“Take his truck back to the house. You leave one mark on it, you fuck with it in any way, and I… — Alex Morgan Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Roberts, you remember when Mr. Roberts was out of town and you had me over? The thing we did with the… — Alex Morgan Copy Share Image
“Chance looked over at Quinn as he explained the rules... again. Chance knew all of those things, hell, he had lived by… — Alex Morgan Copy Share Image
“As he slowed his speed, in reverence to his home, he noticed the long row of trees lining each side of the… — Alex Morgan Copy Share Image
“She doesn't fall for my redneck-Romeo shit. You know her though, it's Alyssa Blair.” — Alex Morgan Copy Share Image
“So, I was thinkin’ of pickin’ up a job as a male stripper . It would be a way to meet women… — Alex Morgan Copy Share Image
“Hello ladies. If you form a line after I get my belly full, I will make sure you all get a dose… — Alex Morgan Copy Share Image
“Chance worked lower to the steel bands of his abdomen and went lower still. His soap laden hand clasped his cock as… — Alex Morgan Copy Share Image
“Once Chance put away the charm he had in abundance, she was surprised to find he was actually a decent guy. Maybe… — Alex Morgan Copy Share Image
“Chance didn't have a fight lined up for a few weeks; which meant he had nothing to do —it was never good… — Alex Morgan Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Conners I will take you last ‘cause I know you like it kinky. You are into some rough stuff and that… — Alex Morgan Copy Share Image
“Chance could share shit like that with his brother. Chance shared everything with his brother. To him, Quinn was some sort of… — Alex Morgan Copy Share Image
