Go home, Gideon. Please." "I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with you.

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.

The world would see the beauty of the packaging, but only I knew the man inside it and how precious he was. His intimate smiles and his deep husky laugh, the gentleness of his touch and the ferocity of his passion were all reserved for me.

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

Can I take advantage of you in the limo?” His eyes laughed at me. “By all means, angel mine.

I know it's not fair to ask you to be with me when we can't even sleep in the same bed, but I'll love you better than anyone else could. I'll take care of you and make you happy. I know I can.

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