“Eyes on me.” His low timber rolls across my skin and causes a warm chill to hit me right between my legs. “Only me. You don’t look at other men.” — Alexa Riley Copy Share Image
“We lie together, then, warm in the chill of the night. Outside, in the amber glow of the streetlights, it begins to snow. Gwen’s breathing slips into the slow rhythm of sleep. I glance at the door. I know I… — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
