“I’m really not hungry,” she repeated, lifting the coffee cup and inhaling the fragrant steam before sipping. “Just a few bites,” he cajoled, taking his own place beside her. “You need to keep up your strength for tonight.” She gave him a heated, slumberous look, remembering her fantasy. “Why? Are you planning something special?” “I suppose I am,” he said consideringly. “It’s special every time we make love.” NeedsLooksSaidRememberFantasySpecialCoffeePlanningHungryCupsTonightBitesMaking LoveLiftingSteamSomething SpecialCoffee CupSippingRemembering Her Book:Loving Evangeline Source: Loving Evangeline
“By morning, she was raw and sore, and knew walking would be an effort. By morning, she could barely remember what it had been like to not know his body, not to have felt him inside her and held him in her arms and absorbed the power of his thrusts as he came. By morning, she was his.” KnowsBodyWould BeRememberFeltEffortMorningArmsWalkingThrust Book:Cry No More Source: Cry No More
“Sign by elevator put up by computer geeks in office building: REMEMBER: FIRST YOU PILAGE, THEN YOU BURN. THOSE WHO DO NOT COMPLY WILL BE SUSPENDED FROM THE RAIDING TEAM. In Mr Perfect” FirstsRememberPerfectTeamBuildingOfficeComputerGeekElevatorsSuspendedOffice BuildingsRaidingMr Perfect Author:Linda Howard
