You can talk to me, you know. I’d never give away your secrets.””What’s that saying about secrets?” she said lightly. “Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead.

Is he always like this?” she said irritably. “Flying by the seat of his pants?””Pretty much, yeah.” Oliver grinned. “He’s not a planner. But he happens to be the best improviser I’ve ever known.

You won’t let anything bad happen to me, will you, Garrett?”A lump the size of Massachusetts lodges in my throat. I swallow hard and try to speak past it.”Never.

You know, you’d do a better job of convincing the men if you dipped your wick in a pussy or two.”Cillian’s low voice made him tense. The man stood next to Sean’s barstool, watching the...

Stop. Talking.”Her whisper was muffled against his lips, and his answering chuckle was muffled by hers.”What would you have me do instead?””For starters? Put your mouth to better use.

Well?” he prompted, toying with the elastic of her leggings. “What should we do with these pants, Bailey?”One teasing stroke of his fingers over her belly, and a breath shuddered out of her lungs.”Take them...

Are you going to put some clothes on?” she blurted out.”No. Are you going to take yours off?””No.””Right. Of course not.

God, you don’t have a romantic bone in your body, Sean.”He flashed a cocky grin. “Maybe not, but there’s definitely one in my pants.

When I’m feeling this way, there’re only two activities that calm me down.” He shrugged. “Fighting’s one of them.””What’s the other?” she asked, then cursed herself for opening her stupid mouth.Because his green eyes were...

He kissed her like he owned her, and in that moment, he did. The kiss was rough and punishing, his tongue forcing her lips open and sweeping into her mouth with greedy precision. Electricity raced...

Bailey went quiet, her expression softening. “You’re right,” she finally said. “It wouldn’t have been smart.””Well, fuck me — are you actually admitting that I was right about something?””It’s like an eclipse,” she muttered. “Happens...