“Sleep.” “Didn’t you get the memo?” I snark, therefore I am. “He’s already asleep. We’re in his dream. And if you’re done perving all over him, it’s time for us to wake up, and for you to go back to being nothing but a memory.” Is that a quaver in my voice? &nb...
“What’s with the leather again?” Alex lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, his cheek cradled in his palm. “I brought you clothes. You can wear those around the house.” I pursed my lips, thinking of the contents of the bag he’d brought. Not the most flattering fit. A dazzling smile blossomed ...
The appliances were supposed to have been delivered at nine in the morning. What had the pest done to him? Amanda heard heavy footsteps climbing the stairs to her parents’ house. Finally! She rushed to get the front door. Her dad stood at the opening, key in hand. “So?” she asked. “Amanda.” He no...
He wanted to curse, call out Colin’s name, do something, but his pleasure sapped his will. He grabbed onto his seat, nails wounding the leather. Colin sucked like a fucking Hoover. One hard yank, and Brad’s pants slipped down his legs. He let his knees fall open further, a...