If you want, I can carry you—” “I’m fine,” she said shortly. “Let’s go.” He’d said that wrong. He should have said, “I want to carry you.

No doubt about it, Lawrence Decker was the reason God had invented nakedness.

He spoke in telegram-as if every word he used cost five bucks, and he only had a twenty in his wallet.

Two Navy SEALs versus one angry seven-month-old," he mused, "The odds could go either way.

What do you think, Ronnie? Do you think we could stop after just one kiss?

This wasn't Weirdville, this was fricking Wonderland. Alice here was all grow up, but she was still chowing down on too much of that psychedelic mushroom.

Forget about writing to Penthouse. This one was going to be a story for their grandkids.