I've told you before,” he said huskily. “I'll take you however I can get you.” “Whatever. Don't think I don't know you're topping from the bottom.” His mouth curved with unapologetic amusement.

I found myself pinned to the hallway wall by six feet, two inches of hard, hot male.

If I owned Gideon, he possessed me. I couldn’t imagine belonging to anyone else.

…was designed to protect his heart, to bind me and bribe me to stay with him no matter what. He was giving everything he had.

I realized we'd pulled into a parking garage. We drove around two levels, pulled into a spot, then immediately pulled out again. Along with four other black Bentley SUVs. "What's going on?" I asked, as we headed back toward the exit with two Bentleys in front of us and two behind us. "Shell game," he said.

Gideon opened his and read, “Prosperity will knock on your door soon.” I snorted. Cary shot me a look. “I know, right? You snatched someone else’s cookie, Cross.” “He better not be anywhere near someone else’s cookie,” I said dryly. Reaching over, Gideon plucked half of mine out of my fingers. “Don’t worry, angel. Your cookie is the only one I want.

There were thousands of women in New York alone who could replace me in his life, but there was only one Gideon Cross.