“Riley paused, turning back to face Jack. "Just so you know, we are gonna need some definite PDAs tonight. Think you can handle that?" There was irritation in Riley's voice, a subtle change, a certain stress. Jack imagined it was… — RJ Scott Copy Share Image
“You don't need meat at every meal," Riley offered, forking another bite of salad into his mouth and inwardly agreeing with Jack that it… — RJ Scott Copy Share Image
“Unerringly locating Riley's dick in his loose dress pants, Jack grabbed it forcefully and leaned close to Riley's ear, hearing the quick indrawn breath… — RJ Scott Copy Share Image
“The OIG have pulled in the FBI. Jeez, it's letter hell. Jack snorted, but Riley didn't crack a smile.” — RJ Scott Copy Share Image
If time and space are curved, where do all of the straight people come from? — RJ Scott Copy Share Image
“Research had given him the basics, Tab A into Slot B using Product C after ensuring Product D is firmly in place. The mechanics… — RJ Scott Copy Share Image
“Are you your daddy's boy? Her question was like a stab in the Heart, because, at the end of the day,yes, he was. He… — RJ Scott Copy Share Image
“Riley paused, turning back to face Jack. "Just so you know, we are gonna need some definite PDAs tonight. Think you can handle that?"… — RJ Scott Copy Share Image
“Are you really a Texan? I mean, really? Riley, if I have a headache, I'd put bacon around an aspirin before I take it.” — RJ Scott Copy Share Image
“So many secrets," he said. "The Dallas Aristocracy and their freaking secrets.” — RJ Scott Copy Share Image
