You have a transportation fetish. I have a Gideon fetish. It's been weeks.

I can't bail out on Cary," I said apologetically, turning to face him. "Chicks before dicks and all that.

What are you doing?" he breathed. "You're going around, stirring up everything." "I've got time on my hands," I shot back, just as breathless, "since I dumped my asshat boyfriend." He growled, fiercely passionate, his hand in my hair pulling so tightly it pained me. "You can't make this up with a kiss or a f*ck, Gideon. Not this time." Gideon & Eva

I'm not giving you any options here. We're doing this, Eva. Enjoy your last remaining hours as a single woman.

It's going to be a lot of work, Gideon," Eva warned him. "I'm not afraid of work." He was touching me restlessly as if it were as necessary to him as breathing. "I'm only afraid of losing you.

Angel, getting you off is ninety-nine percent of the fun for me.

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