I’m a short woman with a pretty good body and large breasts — that’s not what I think of as sexy.

I was warned about you, you know."And with that half-smile that wrecked me, Noah said, "But you're here anyway.

I saw her standing across the room, and I thought, “Wow! Who is that sexy woman she’s standing next to?

Darlin’, you can’t tell me your ex wasn’t adventurous and not expect me to see it as a challenge.

Have I told you that you are my every dream?"Her eyes shimmered. Her voice went smoky with emotion. "Not recently.

Why is it so sexy when hot guys stare each other down like that? Why do I feel like licking the air? Am I ovulating?

My inner Jiminy was screaming at me to stop playing with fire again, but I was a moth drawn to a flaming hot drummer.

I push back against him, meeting his forceful pounds with my eager pu*sy. Riding the razors edge of climactic heaven.

It doesn’t matter where I am, or who I’m with . . . God, Caspar. I’ve dreamed about being with you.

It's hot out there." I prowl toward her, pulling off my shirt. I maybe flex my abs a little- anything for my girl.

His chuckle was low and soft against my earlobe. I think it’s more like ‘what wouldn’t I do for you?

Dressed to strip?’'You know—expensive clothes that feel good in your hands while you take them off him.

What are you doing?” she cried in protest.“Playing,” he said, the single word rough, almost guttural.

I don’t need a hearing aid—I need a listening aid. And this aid, she’d better be pleasing to look at.

She pulled away from Eric's grasp, knelt before Brian and looked up at him."Let me suck you off," she said. "Please.