Baby girl, Cross is a tsunami.
Endeavors that help me satisfy you, my goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners.
As for discipline and rules, I confess, I've never been good with either.
She’s my mate; that makes her mine. Forgetting that will see your neck no longer serving its purpose.” “I love it when you talk dirty,” she purred. “Give my regards to Lindsay.
Chicks before dicks, and all that.
I can let you in, Eva. I’m trying. But your first response when I screw up is to run away. You do it every time and I can’t stand feeling like any moment I’m going to do or say something wrong and you’re going to bolt.