“Do you want to play a game?” he asks, his tone rich and dark and sensuous like his chocolate. Every atom in me stands at attention. “What kind of game?” “We’ll call it ‘Sir Says’. The rules are very simple—I… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“I’m not going to deny that I want to fuck you. I can’t promise a future or that I’ll be some sniveling boyfriend who… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“Last night he made it very clear that he wants me. And, god help me, I want him too.” — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“...a small part of me that worried that Tori wouldn’t be here when I arrived, that I pushed her too far, too fast, that… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“As much as I enjoy her laughter, I don’t like the sound of her doubting herself. And that’s something else I’m going to have… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“Holy mama llama. That’s Nathanial Stone. Nathanial Stone is sitting in my booth. Nathanial Stone is in the Finewhile Diner sitting in my booth.… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“The kiss is different than I expected. It’s slow and tender, his lips soft and warm against mine. He tastes sweet, like the powdered… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“Do you want to play a game?” he asks, his tone rich and dark and sensuous like his chocolate. Every atom in me stands… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“I look around, hoping I can postpone the indignity of stuttering like a lunatic in front of the sexiest man alive – according to… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“I look back at Tori, who’s watching him looking worried and poised as if she’s about to rush over and help him at any… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“I whisper, “What do I need?” “Release.” That one word scrapes across my nerves and lights me on fire. His deep voice dances on… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“I read the tabloids. I see the trash you bring home. You’d be lucky to land Tori.” — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“..."sometimes people fit together like they’re meant to be, and when you’ve had that, it’s impossible to settle for something less.” Again, Tori draws… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“Beautiful,” his voice is velvet-laced iron, and it makes those thoughts come to a standstill. “I’ve told you before—it’s going to take an act… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
