“When he suddenly banked to the left, I gasped. The jerk laughed and did it again. “Would you stop?” “Jet streams are a little crazy.” “You can feel that?” “Hold the yoke.” I looked down at the steering wheel thingie… — Taryn Quinn Copy Share Image
“He dragged my head back and went at my neck as I arched to get away from the sheer emotional onslaught that chased all the pleasure. A quick fuck and run wasn’t supposed to feel like this. I wasn’t sure anything was supposed to feel like this so fast. I rolled my hips against him, and the contact drove me… — Taryn Quinn Copy Share
“Christ, I was barely a dude anymore. Anytime now, I’d whip out paper that curled at the edges and start composing sonnets about the… — Taryn Quinn Copy Share Image
“How adorable. You have three parachutes though, right?” “Probably more like five.” I took a deep breath. Jumping out of a plane wasn’t exactly… — Taryn Quinn Copy Share Image
“Stepping in close again, I flexed my groin lightly against hers. Her breath hissed out. She was well aware of how she’d affected me. “I’ll text you the room number. If you don’t come to me, I’ll find you.” She said nothing, her soft exhalations somehow loud in spite of the storm. A finger under her chin brought her face… — Taryn Quinn Copy Share
“Newsflash. I do want to do that. I want to spread you out on my bed and fuck you until you’re so full of… — Taryn Quinn Copy Share Image
“When he suddenly banked to the left, I gasped. The jerk laughed and did it again. “Would you stop?” “Jet streams are a little… — Taryn Quinn Copy Share Image
“but I was determined to drive him crazy. And not with laughter. Instead, I employed a few of the tricks I knew would work… — Taryn Quinn Copy Share Image
“I’m assuming your cherry has been thoroughly popped.” “Wrapped up, tossed into the lake, and died in a watery grave.” “Is that a euphemism?”… — Taryn Quinn Copy Share Image
