“No,” he said, adjusting his tie back to perfection and smoothing down his collar. “I’m not fucking you for the first time in the back of a car like some horny, uncultured teenager. I don’t care if it’s a Town Car, that’s just too crass.”
Maura walked around to the side of the bed, every step a saunter and sway that couldn’t help but draw Jane’s attention. She placed one hand on the bed, next to Jane’s waist, and bent down so their heads were close together. ‘I’m talking about force tactics, Jane,’ she whispered, some heady scent coming from the heat of her skin. ‘How about we turn the tables?’
It makes you want to fuck, and when you can’t fuck, you find a way to fuck shit up instead.
Sherman. Not Ben. And that–that too-familiar slip of the mind–was exactly why he’d booked it out of there this morning without telling Sherman where he was going.
Brad didn’t shift, didn’t move, and Nate smiled; maybe there was some kind of Nate-shaped hole in Brad’s defense system, something that let Nate enter when all others were barred.
Kris had left Katy for all of six weeks when he decided he wanted to go out.
There was a lot of shit Brad called to mind about Nate Fick to get through his combat jack.
Fi’s nails raked across Michael’s back and he stifled the noise that wanted to escape his mouth.
The first time Logan had joked that Veronica couldn’t take him down, they were sixteen and a little drunk and in a room full of people who were entirely self-involved unless something really juicy was going down.
“I thought you wanted this, Dom.”