His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

I’ve died and gone to heaven

It's a full time job with a part-time companion.

As for discipline and rules, I confess, I've never been good with either.

Endeavors that help me satisfy you, my goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners.

There was something sweet in watching him pull himself back together, restoring the façade he wore for the world while I knew at least a little of the man beneath it.

You’re not the only one who can get possessive. I’m very proprietary about what’s mine.