His presence was stirring heat in all the wrong places and for all the wrong reasons.

…she was afraid of how he made her feel, because he made her feel way too much

Her heart unfolded in her chest, took in all of him, and closed tightly, unwilling to let him go

She loved this man. This wonderful, respectiful, willful man. And she couldn’t even tell him.

Hey, you’re the one who can’t stand me being so close to you.

What’s bothering me is you always seem ready to snap my head off my shoulders and I’m not comfortable with that.

You need to acquire a lover, Madam President.

No, but I imagine there’s a gun tucked away somewhere on your body. And I know what you can do with that, hotshot.”He took a step toward her. “With what, sweetheart? With the gun? Or...

Makes the lie harder to pick up on.

Don’t stop, please,” I beg into his mouth. Diving into me once more his tongue slays me, erases every thought of the outside world until the passion has left us breathless and we have to...