The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the ability to reach it.” – Chloe Traeger

Beneath her cheek, his heart was thumping steadily. Definitely faster than his usual near-hibernation beat. Lifting her head, she flashed him a tight smile. “I get to you.” “Are you kidding? You own me,” he said, his voice running over her like silk.

Strength is the ability to break up a solid piece of chocolate—and then eat just one of the pieces.

God save her from annoying Alphas.

Sorry,” he said. “Let me drop the belt-" “No.” She held on when he would have pulled away. “Don’t. I like it.” Again, he lifted her face, and he smiled. “The tool belt turns you on.” “No.” She closed her eyes and thunked her forehead to his chest. “Little bit.

Why, so you can charm my panties off again?

Chloe?" "Yeah?" "I'd be worth the inhaler," he said, then forced himself to walk away.