Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young?

The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us.

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

You've got to have as many good times as bad, or it all becomes too painful and too much work.

Your craving should be for me, angel, not an orgasm. For my body, my hands. Eventually, you won't be able to come without my skin touching yours.

I supposed, perhaps, you miss the promise of what could have been, while at the same time you are grateful that what it was instead is over.

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.