I want to make a bet with you.โ Her interest perked up. โYou do? About what?โ Already knowing it wouldnโt go over well, Spencer braced himself. โI bet you canโt go a month without cursing.โ Her chin tucked in, and her brows came down. โWhat does that have to do with anything?โ He had no idea, except that it annoying him to hear her be so coarse. โGo a month without cursing.โ He hated himself, but he said, โEvery time you slip, you owe me a kiss.
Lori FosterI despise stereotypes. A gay man can be a macho athlete, or he can be an interior designer or any career in between.
Lori FosterWe have to figure this out, Jackson, so leash the lust.โ His chin went up as he stared down at her. โWoman, you ask the impossible.โ โDo it anyway!
Lori FosterWhen Alani started to speak, Jackson held up a finger. In the past five minutes, he'd had more mood swings than a menopausal woman. First turned-on, then territorial, bored, aggressive and now on alert.
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