“Rhys?” Shea murmured again against his lips. “Yeah, sweetheart?” he asked back. “When we get there—when you fuck me,” she pulled hard on his tie, “I want you to wear the suit.” — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“She was still standing there several moments later when Ian walked in to invite her to ride with him. “Still trying to find your answer, sweetheart?” he asked with a sympathetic grin, mistaking the cause of her wary stare. “No,… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
