Her eyes opened then. They were drowsy, slumberous, staring up at him with a hunger that was impossible to miss. “I felt you,” she whispered, a smile tilting her moist lips. “Watching me. Should I feel you watching me?” Was she asleep or awake? “Of course.” He found the growl building in his throat. “Every time I look at you, baby, I touch you.

Hmm, that's not sexual harassment, baby. When I decide to get sexual, trust me, you'll know it. ~ Braden ~

Sweetheart, all men are animals. Feed us, pet us, and use a firm hand, and we'll worship at your feet.

I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.

Do you know, every time I've seen you you've been like the Grim Reaper of goodwill and cheer. You should find another profession.

You know how to be a good boy?" Anna widened her eyes in surprise. "Why, Archer, I'm certain I never recognized that quality in you.

What am I going to do with you? I have suggestions, but this might not be the place for them.