“Trey,” I said, leaning against him, “I think we finally have all of the whack-jobs out of our lives.” “I sure hope so, baby,” he replied, kissing my neck.” — Andrea Smith Copy Share Image
“Whoa there,” Trey said, pulling me back to him. “Not so fast, and I will ask you to be more careful, Ms. Preston. After all, you're carrying my birthday present.” — 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
