Sex is still on the table. We just keep the yucky love stuff out of it."..."Now where is this table you speak of to have sex on? You should take me there. Now.

A low, purring rumble reverberated in his chest, his voice tight when he spoke. "Ah, hell, You're naked.

The woman had a body wet dreams were made of, and he couldn't remember being this goddamn hard in his life.

It was time to confront the old bat with the damage she'd caused this time. Then, he promised himself, he'd strangle her for meddling in affairs that were none of her business, and kidnapping a goddamn innocent fairy.

Katenia, are you drunk?""No, it's my breasts. I've yet to adjust to my new size.

She shifted in his pocket, pressing her back against his chest. "It's iron."Instead of walking into the elevator, he glanced down at her. If he kept craning his neck this way, he was going to have a hell of a nasty headache by the time he made it home. Not to mention the looks he was getting from his taff for talking to himself, he was going to end up in a psych hold if this kept up.