“Ten minutes," Butch whispered into Marissa's ear. "Can I have ten minutes with you before you go? Please, baby…" V rolled his eyes and was relieved to be annoyed at the lovey-dovey routine. At least all the testosterone in him… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“He let out a low chuckle. “Fifteen minutes? We are going to need a hell of a lot longer than that when I finally get my hands on your body again. I am going to treat you so right that… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
