The smile widened, and she decided it ought to be classified as a misdemeanor. Grinning with Intent to Discombobulate.
Ruthie KnoxI'll make sure you're ready," he said gently. "And then I'm gonna make you beg me.
Ruthie KnoxWas that some kind of romantic declaration, disguised as a filthy pirate sex offer?
Ruthie KnoxI want him to have everything, but all he has is me.
Ruthie KnoxMots clés romance
He would be here treating you like a princess.'
She thought about saying that he had treated her like a princess, but she was afraid her mother would ask how, and she didn't think cock jokes and orgasms were her mom's idea of the princess treatment.
Mots clés humor
He was claiming her, marking her with his touch, but she didn’t feel possessed so much as she felt protected. Cherished. Wanted. The unaccustomed intimacy of it rendered her fragile, vulnerable as a robin’s egg. Somehow with him it was all right. He wouldn’t take advantage. City was one of the good guys.
Ruthie KnoxOh, he was perfect. An orgasm— just for her— and a compliment. She would bottle him and sell him and make her fortune.
Ruthie KnoxHe traced the shape of the bird, wondering what she could have done to merit writing herself a memo on her body.
“It’s a very permanent sort of reminder.”
She raised herself up slightly, catching his gaze and holding it. “They were really bad mistakes.
Cath didn’t feel like a mistake to him. She felt like a beginning. A clean canvas, ready to be painted. A gorgeous new idea.
Ruthie KnoxI thought you didn’t sit,” she said.
The dimple appeared. “The way I’ve worked it out, this is the closest thing to a first date we’re going to get. On a date, I sit.”
“This isn’t a date. It’s a commute.
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