“So many secrets," he said. "The Dallas Aristocracy and their freaking secrets.” — 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 was certainly lacking something. Jack was quiet for all of ten seconds, and then he couldn't hold in his opinion one second more. "Are you really a Texan? I mean, really? Riley, if I have a… — RJ Scott Copy Share
“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 from his husband. A spark of lust flashed through his own body as he contemplated what to do next. Finally he decided. He was tired of all the pussy-footing around, and the darkness of the hallway… — RJ Scott Copy Share
“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
