You Gonna Deal With Mr. Hot And

I Kicked Off My Shoes And Pulled His Hand Away From The Wheel So I Could Straddle His Lap And Hold Him. His Grip On Me Was Excruciatingly Tight, But I Didn't Complain. We Were On An Insanely Busy Street, With Endless Cars Rumbling Past On One Side And A Crush Of Pedestrians On The Other, But Neither Of Us Cared. He Was Shaking Violently, As If He Were Sobbing Uncontrollably, But He Made No Sound And Shed No Tears. The Sky Cried For Him, The Rain Coming Down Hard And Angry, Steaming Off The Ground.

There Were Thousands Of Women In New York Alone Who Could Replace Me In His Life, But There Was Only One Gideon Cross.

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'd Rather Argue With You, Angel, Than Laugh With Anyone Else." Jesus. It Took Me A Minute To Be Able To Swallow The Last Bite In My Mouth. "you Know . . . I Love You Madly." He Smiled. "yes, I Know.

You Think You Can Say A Few Words And End Us? There Is No End, Eva." He Flattened Me Into The Side Of The Car. I Was Pinned By Six Feet, Two Inches Of Violently Aroused Male.