“I'm thinking of making it a project for my PhD. You know, writing about value judgments people place on things. One sexual encounter is just that: it's a ten minute thing. And virginity? It's just a hymen, an antiquated measure… — Ella James Copy Share Image
“Next I think about that night on my bed: her head pressed into my pillow, her hair spread out around her face. The memory… — Ella James Copy Share
“I can see the exact moment he realizes what I've been doing. His torso stiffens as his hands, pressed against the mattress, curl into… — Ella James Copy Share
“parole? The one with no visiting hours and those shitty double rooms and that bad pee smell?” Suri bites her lip. “I looked up… — Ella James Copy Share
“Last night, the Hunter was hunted. Do you remember how hard I made you cum?” — Ella James Copy Share
“I’m not a nice young woman anymore. I’ve been loved. I’ve given my heart up and gotten something in return. I’m pregnant.” — Ella James Copy Share
“She looked at me, and she saw something no one else did. Even I don't know what." -Landon” — Ella James Copy Share
“He slides his button-up under my ass and pulls down his boxer-briefs, freeing an enormous, vein-striped, purple-headed fuck machine.” — Ella James Copy Share
“I imagine Hunter sitting at a poker table in a Vegas casino. He's resplendent in black jeans, a black shirt, and a Stetson. His… — Ella James Copy Share
“There’s a common perception, partially true, that rich people are above the law. It’s true for a lot of us, but I have a… — Ella James Copy Share
“C'mon, Libby…I don't have room for wherever this might be headed, so why not end it while we're both ahead?” — Ella James Copy Share
“Something's wrong with Hunter. I can tell the moment he steps into the ring. I've been watching him from afar for years, and I'm… — Ella James Copy Share
“I'm surprised you went to a brothel for sex,” I say after a few minutes. “Are you?” he smiles a little ruefully. “You could… — Ella James Copy Share
“Instead I go to the vineyard and jerk off in my bed. When I'm finished, I call Marchant. I can't tell him about Priscilla's… — Ella James Copy Share
