Buckley, Christopher books

Supreme Courtship

But now I am yours. Totally yours—if you will have me. Take me, Meetchell. Take me. Send in the Neemitz. Now!” “All right, Connie, but no more Mr. Nice Guy.” “Cut.” “Problem?” Dexter said grouchily, dropping the panting Ramona Alvilar onto the satiny sheets of the presidential bed on Air Force On...