Sometimes I wanted to believe something so badly, I deliberately manufactured excuses and ignored painful reality.

Actually, you know what? You keep thinking I'm God's gift to women, angel. It's better for me if you believe I'm the best you can get.

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.

I'm losing my mind without you.” His lips were gliding down my neck, his tongue stroking over my racing pulse. He sucked on my skin and pleasure radiated through me. “I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.

You’re the greatest risk I’ve ever taken.” His pressed his lips gently to mine. “And the greatest reward.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

You put your hand on Corinne's back like this again and I'm breaking your fingers.