“Oh God, Reid," she panted. "What are we doing? This is crazy." "No," he argued, biting her earlobe and making her gasp from the strange pleasure-pain she was only beginning to learn about. "This is foreplay.” — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Holy shit, you're so big." He wasn't a conceited ass when it came to his dick, but it wasn't the first time he'd heard… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Yeah, Vanessa. I also call her Red, Viper, Princess, and behind her back, Woman-who’s-driving-me-fucking-insane.” — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Oh, he was definitely doable. Did Hawaiians have the saying “Save a surfboard, ride a surfer”?” — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Each new relationship was ‘different’ and he ‘really meant it this time.’ But he was like a kid eating a bag of M&M’s for… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“She reacted to life rather than participated, or even instigated. When spoken to, she responded. When given something, she accepted. But when the world… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Oh God, Reid," she panted. "What are we doing? This is crazy." "No," he argued, biting her earlobe and making her gasp from the… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Roman,” I say, slapping the table in front of him. “You gonna look up from that thing and weigh in on this conversation, or… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“A wicked grin hitches up the corner of my mouth as a plan starts to formulate. “I mean, what if we send over someone… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“A more accurate slogan would be, “What happens in Vegas ends up on the internet, dumbass.” — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Enjoy your last few hours of being in control, V. Because after that…you’re mine.” — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Since when?” she challenged. “Since when has my heart been with you?” She nodded. He stepped closer and framed her face in his large… — Gina L. Maxwell Copy Share Image
