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By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

From time immemorial we’ve been cleaning up after male messes. When a man does it for a woman, it’s called being rescued. When a woman does it for a man, it’s housework.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kate Meader

My motto has always been: a hard man is good to find.” Tess gave Hunter’s unflinching bicep a gentle squeeze, claiming it and the man for her own. “And never let the bride stand in the way of me and my hard man.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kate Meader

White hot desire ravaged his features and briefly he closed his eyes, my touch clearly too much. Owning him like this, the glory of it, thrilled through me.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kate Meader

What would it be like to be caught in the emotional crosshairs of a man like Luke Almeida? To belong to him, body and soul? The prospect warmed her some. Scared her more. With Luke, she suspected there would be no half measures.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Meader

Trying’s good. Trying’s sexy,” Gage murmured against Brady’s ear. “Now try telling me what you need.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kate Meader

Male appreciation hardened his features from doubt to certainty. Boobs, the best negotiation strategy of them all. She thanked the Lord and her genetics for her great rack.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Meader

She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for relief. Aiming for completion without doing something so deliberate as touching herself. Look ma, no hands!

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Meader

She should pull away, even though she had begged for it with her smart mouth. She should punish him for every crime he’d perpetrated. For being too good-looking, too sexy, too everything. But the kiss was like him—just too damn good. Warm and brutal, providing answers to questions she never knew she had. He teased with his tongue along the seam of her mouth, seeking that last nudge of acceptance as if it was his God-given right. She parted her lips, and like a predator hinged on her threshold, he took.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kate Meader

Wyatt Fox. It suited him. Clean, masculine, not a syllable wasted. Like James Bond, if 007 included cowboy-marine-firefighter in his stable of personae. Fox. Wyatt Fox. License to thrill—and send your panties plummeting.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

He was perfectly formed, all steel flesh, so beautiful naked that it simply hurt to look at him. But she suspected it would hurt more when she no longer could.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Meader

They’re a slow-moving lot, reporters. Slothlike. Weighed down by all that righteous indignation about the freedom of the press and the public’s right to know, not to mention the liquid lunches they see as their constant due. Go out now and you’re playing right into their grasping, ink-stained hands.” He cocked an ear to the door. “I’m doing my best to protect your reputation here. It wouldn’t do to have a serving wench caught in a compromising position with the lord of the manor.” “You don’t have the cleavage to make a good serving wench, Eli.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Meader

We should be in my bed right now. I should be kissing your breasts, sucking your nipples, tasting your honey. I should be sinking inside you slow and hot and so deep that you’ll be begging me to make it fast, then make it last. I should be feeling your sweet grip on my cock, and I bet you grip hard, Harper, ’cause you’re the kind of woman who takes no prisoners. I should be squeezing that gorgeous ass of yours while I pump in and out, looking for that spot that’ll light you up. I need you to know that in another universe, this would be a done deal, and the only thing stopping me from making you mine is that in this universe, my current employment situation stops me from making good on all the dirty things I’m dying to do to you. You understand?

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Meader

She leaned in, a tip she had read today on HuffPo’s Love & Sex section. Boobs out, smile wide, voice low. Being sexy was exhausting.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Meader

Shut it, Flynn. Just… oh God, you’ve been impossible to evict, because possession is nine-tenths of the law. You’re inside me. A part of me. But you pulled me close with one hand and crushed my heart with the other, and I can’t go through that again.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kate Meader

Who needs the fairy tale when crazy, messy, sexy reality with the woman I adore is a million times better?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

He looks like the Terminator in Tom Ford. I can assure you that he didn't dress so well before I met him. He didn't even use chopsticks.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kate Meader

You’re going to need more than an average kissing game to get with me, Cross.” “Nothin’ average about that kiss.” She sighed. “Don’t beg. It’s so unTexan.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kate Meader

You feel that, Harper?” She snatched back her hand. “If you mean my goodwill evaporating with every second you’re standing here, then, yeah, I feel it.” “I think we’re havin’ a thing.” They were. Oh, God, they were.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kate Meader

Bella, they are one and the same. I will not be satisfied with a woman who has no dreams or ambitions. My woman is the North Star in my night sky, but also in her own. If she is not there to guide me, there is only darkness. For us both.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Meader

Staying level with Tess was going to require fast thinking, which was mighty difficult considering all the blood he needed for said thought processes was now hurtling south. “What would this job involve?” “Only one task. Make. Me. Believe.” “That I’m your fiancé?” Cue her smile, sly and sexy. First time she’d let him in on that action, too. “That you want me more than your next breath.” If she moved forward a couple of inches, his boner would make her believe.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

Gripping her wrists, he pinned her tight to the vanity. “That sex as a weapon thing can only get you so far, Tess.” Wanna bet? “I’m not damaged, cowboy. I don’t have hang-ups about my body, I don’t use sex to mask my problems”—much—“and right now, if you don’t touch me in some very hot, very wet places, I might die.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

Inch by beautiful inch, Grant stole his way into my body and into my heart. The feel of him stretching me, challenging me to work with him, was exquisite. It would be the story of us.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kate Meader

You're … wow." "Nice vocabulary, Ms. Reporter." "Would you rather I commented on your rigid manhood, your swollen tumescence, your engorged-" "Wow it is.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

Hauling a deep, make-me-feel-sexy breath, she pinned on what she hoped was a coquettish smile, turned as smoothly as her bulky gown allowed, and found her previously pleasure-filled sightline newly blocked by sixfoot- and-change of home-grown Texas assholery. This particular example happened to have thick, wavy hair as dark as his heart, deep, soulful eyes as blue as the garter still circling her thigh, and a face that made angels weep. Probably after he’d screwed them senseless, knocked them up, and abandoned them with a wink and a smile.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Meader

That’s right, baby. Scratch me up. Make your mark. I wanna look at my body later and know who I belong to.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Meader

This is what she hated about hot guys. That warm and fuzzy feeling she got when one of them anointed her as worthy.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

It’s a two-way street,” Emma murmured, her words soft, but fierce at once. “Sometimes you have to take what you need and hope the other person can handle the invasion.” “Invasion?” “That’s what love is, isn’t it? Families, friends, lovers. It’s an invasion of each other’s space, minds, hearts. Someone’s always jockeying for control. For it to truly work, there has to be equality. Each side has to be strong enough to handle it.” Invasion. An oddly perfect way to describe it. “Yet again, I ask, who are you, Emma Strickland?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

He was the hottest guy she had ever seen, so out of her league they hadn’t invented his league yet. It was like Future League of Hot Guys We Can’t Place Because They’re Too Fucking Hot.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

It didn't get much more patriotic than sex in a Chevy on the Fourth of July. God bless America.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Meader

Vadim sat up, unfairly pulling the towel over his groin so she missed the main attraction. Had he changed in the intervening years? If anything, he had to have grown bigger, which was terrifying, because the boy had rocked a manaconda at nineteen. Dicks didn’t shrink with time, did they? Note to self: Google penis size changes with age. For science.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

Everywhere Gage looked, his fingers itched to touch and his brain raced to keep up. A snake coiled beneath his right pec, an eagle took flight over his left. Stars, numbers, and Celtic symbols fought for real estate. Gage would need weeks to explore the storied terrain of Brady’s body. Better put in for some vacation time now.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kate Meader

Most guys would be happy to have a woman so vocal about her desires,” he said in a voice several degrees huskier than before. “Half the time, we have no clue if a woman is enjoying herself.” “Really?” “Not me. Just trying to represent for my maligned gender.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

It’s more common for people to get fire tattoos. Symbols of passion, transformation, change. But I wanted smoke because it’s what remains. After the fire, after everything is destroyed, you’re left with smoke and ash. You’ve gotta make somethin’ out of it.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kate Meader

An inappropriate attraction to your friend’s fiancé was grounds for disbarment from the Woman Club. Neither did it make a lick of sense. He was uncouth, uneducated, uncivilized. All of their conversations back then had been unholy bicker fests where they charged from the opposite ends of the spectrum, determined not to meet in the middle but to rip pieces out of each other on the drive by.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kate Meader

Just because you were inside me does not make us betrothed, you Neanderthal jerk.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

I’m cheerful because the alternative is to see obstacles everywhere and expect people will hurt you. I choose to live in full color. I choose to say hey there to the hotties, fuck off to the haters, tell lovers how I want it, and people how it shall be.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

Had he ever not been in love with her? He could barely remember a time he did not want her. Did not need her. Did not adore her with every part of his body and soul.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

I could just as easily have taken the train.” He shut his eyes, just long enough for a movie of a Tess-induced train riot to screen on the backs of his eyelids. Fists flying, teeth broken, friendships destroyed as men vied to get closer to her lush body barely covered in that incendiary French maid outfit. And now he was turning hard again.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done. Falling is easy. Staying that way is hard. But I’ve been choosing hard all my life, so why the hell would the life I make with the woman who completes me be any different? I love you like a madman. You’re the air I breathe, my next heartbeat, and I’m never letting go.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Meader

She pushed him back to the desk, poking his chest. “I may punch you, bite you, crush your nuts between my thighs. It’s going to be the best hate sex I’ve ever had. And your survival is not my first concern.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kate Meader

But that kiss did more than turn her into a puddle of lust. It terrified her. Not because of how soul-searingly good it was, but because kisses like that don’t just happen. Kisses like that implied history and connection and bone-deep knowledge, and it made her question everything that had existed between them before.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

I don't regret that kiss." His voice sounded like he was speaking through gravel. "Five years ago. Or now." "You don't?" His breath sawed in and out. "I understand that you do. Of course you do. But I needed it then. So bad.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Meader

Stop trying to rationalize this, man. There is no scenario here that ends with you between this woman’s thighs.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

I have waited my entire life to love you and I refuse to let your stubbornness take you away from me.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Meader

Watching him walk over, Alex mused that Eli Cooper was the sort of man who knew how to use his physicality. Beneath his handmade shirts and tailored suits, a street fighter hummed through every loose-limbed motion. But that impression did not extend to his face, which was structurally perfect. Skyscraper-high cheekbones. Superhero jaw. A mouth that should have a government warning. There were no signs of past trouble with a jealous husband or an abandoned girlfriend. No one had ever broken his nose. No one had busted his lip. Strange, because her first instinct on seeing him was to roundhouse kick him into the next millennium.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kate Meader

You're not giving up on this, are you?" His voice was a raspy murmur, so low she had to inch closer to be sure she wouldn't miss another precious word out of his mouth. Precious, because of the story, she insisted. Everything happening right now-breathing, thinking, speaking, being-felt fraught. And exciting. This emotion racing through her veins was the most alive she'd felt in years.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Meader

Her heart checked for him. That night after Josh's funeral, he'd been the consummate listener. Just watching, taking her cues, waiting for her to open up about her pain, and not indulging in what must have been his own. Then she took advantage by eating his face off.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Meader

She cracked a sexy smile with a side of condescension. “Jack, I’m not looking to know you.” No, she wasn’t, unless you counted biblically. She was looking for the guy who indiscriminately dated and bedded famous women. A guy whose life could be reduced to adjectives, most of them unflattering. That guy.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Meader

The only good deed I’ll be doing tonight is for the angels.” “The angels?” “Haven’t you heard? Every time I make you come, an angel gets his wings.” Brady dropped his smoky gaze to Gage’s mouth for a beat. “We really need to leave. Now.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kate Meader

But you just got laid. Very well, I might add. Isn’t that enough to tide you over for a while?” “Maybe for a woman. But if a man doesn’t use the goods, they shrivel up—” She rolled her eyes. “—and now that I’ve realized what I’ve been missing, and you’ve done such a great job getting me back up on the horse, for which I’m immensely grateful, then I think I’m ready to spread my wings.” He motioned to the wing spreading area. His groin. “This really shouldn’t go to waste, now, should it?