“What’s his name?” he rasped, trying to hold his orgasm in check until he knew. “What’s his fucking name?” — Andrea Smith Copy Share Image
“Who the hell left that mark on you? I want to know who it is that I need to fuck up.” — Andrea Smith Copy Share Image
“But Daddy, I never knew that's what you expected of me. I mean on the plus side, I've never been arrested or anything..” — Andrea Smith Copy Share Image
“I was squirming now in my chair. “Are you okay, Gina?” Tristan fucking activated the remote on my silver bullet!” — Andrea Smith Copy Share Image
“You mean I'm not a cougar?" He laughed his beautiful, sexy laugh and pulled me to him, kissing my face. "Technically, I think you're… — Andrea Smith Copy Share Image
“I can’t stand being apart from you. Please come back, baby? Please?” — Andrea Smith Copy Share Image
“Oh Christ! Yet another reason I didn't do relationships; women and their infinite need to talk when silence would do just as well.” — Andrea Smith Copy Share Image
“Don’t look now,” she whispered loudly. “It seems your non-alpha man has had a change of heart about chasing your high-maintenance ass, after all.” — Andrea Smith Copy Share Image
