“Problem is, I’m not thinking very proper thoughts when I look at you. I keep thinking about messing you up. Getting dirty. Making you scream. Stuff like that.” — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“Alexa sniffled. “Oh my God, he gave her an airport scene! Just like in the books I read and all those movies. He followed… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“You must be fierce and admit to love, my dear girl. It is the only way to win. And if you do lose, well,… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“You've done proper already, and it hasn't worked. It's time you do dirty.” — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“He wanted to make her scream with delight, to cry his name as she orgasmed until she couldn’t remember the last time another man… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“Once again, he backed off from a challenge by hiding behind a twisted sense of honor. “Let’s change the subject, shall we?” “Sure. I… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“I'm tired of females who order a salad, then look as if they deserve a medal. A good meal is a gift.” — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“I’m not crying for the man you are,” she bit out. “I’m crying for the boy who never had anyone to care.” — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“Alexa realized she’d always confessed everything to Maggie except for one event. The first time Nick kissed her. She’d known she loved him back… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“I just didn't care. I told you I don't like animals." She gave a snort, then settled back to silence. Cross another quality from… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
