I’m a firm believer in equality at all times—”
“At all times?” She glanced at the cuffs clipped to his leathers. “Why do I find that hard to believe?” And why the heck was she arguing with him. Mine, mine, mine.
“At all times,” he repeated. “However, in the bedroom or in the club, I am a lot more equal than you.
Tag: romance humour funny bdsm erotic-romance
MacKensie, much as men don't like to share this fact, we rarely die from not getting off.
Cherise SinclairTag: erotica cherise-sinclair the-dom-s-dungeon
She could just imagine, all her friends and family mourning around her grave. The tombstone would read Kari Wagner, Died of Sheer Stupidity.
It would be almost as bad to have her grave marker read Died of Terminal Bedroom Boredom.
In faded leathers and boots, he sure wasn't a clotheshorse like Antonio, and he was sure a lot bigger. The brown leather pants clung to long legs, and his vest opened over a thickly muscled chest. His neck was corded, his arms solid. A gold band circled one darkly tanned biceps. His face… She frowned. All rough lines and craggy bones, he looked like a hard-edged Boromir from Lord of the Rings. His mouth was set in a firm line. And didn't that just figure she'd end up with Boromir? At least Aragorn had a sense of humor.
Cherise SinclairTag: andrea
Is that your face or did your neck just throw up?
Cherise SinclairTag: gabi
People—especially men—don't always know what they want. You try, and if it doesn't work, then you may quit.”
With a broken heart. As if she'd read her mind, Abuelita frowned and scolded, “Hearts mend, but lost chances are gone forever.
Tag: carpe-diem broken-heart andrea
Marcus stepped behind the bar, saying, “Dan sent me over to assist you and learn how to tend the bar.”
Doms could be pain-in-the-ass mother hens.
Dios, she'd never come so hard in her life. How many people died this way? How would he ever explain to the ambulance crews that he'd chained his girlfriend out on the deck and killed her with too many orgasms?
Cherise SinclairTag: andrea sex-heaven
Maybe I'll just stand here for the half hour and pretend to be a statue. “You were given an order, sub,” he said softly.
Or not.
When he sat up, she gave a sigh and relaxed against the lounge, the exquisite torture over.
His eyes crinkled. “You might not have noticed,” he said as if having a conversation in a coffee shop or something, “but last time I looked, women possess two breasts.
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