You know what I used to dream about, in stir?” His voice was hoarse, the words low and fast and faintly guttural. “I used to dream about you. You were the only clean and good...

You got here in the nick of time,” Johnny said, grinning insolently at him. “I was just about to start ripping off her clothes.

But life has a way of chopping people off at the knees, and he was no exception. Ten years of his life had been stolen from him. Now he wasn’t wasting another minute. He wanted...

You look beautiful sitting there spitting at me like a she-cat. All I have to do is look at you, and I lust. I’m going to take you back to the hotel and take off...

There’s something I gotta tell you,” he said in a confidential tone as he leaned toward her. His face was close to hers, too close. He was making her uncomfortable again, as he no doubt...

You need to eat more.” (…) “Then I’d get fat, and you wouldn’t like me.” Johnny tweaked her nose in teasing response and shifted her into a more comfortable position with her back against his...