How was the sex?” he asked casually.“Excuse me?”“How was it,” said Nicholas, emphasizing each syllable, “when he fucked you? I'm assuming it was a he. Tell me all about it. I want to know.”Jay set her fork down with a ping. “It was fine.”“Dinner is fine. Cable television is fine. I'm asking if, when he was pounding into you at night with his college boy cock, were you screaming the walls down, or were you just lying there calculating last night's tips?

I believe you are familiar with my stance on handcuffs, shape-shifter. Particularly when you’re the one wearing them.

With a low sound, he moved against her so that her backside was flush with his hips and she could feel every inch of him through his boxers.There were a lot of inches.

My sub doesn't pay for me,” he says, pulling me to my feet. “That just doesn't happen.”“But we ordered so much,” I say helplessly.“It made you happy,” he says simply. “Now I get to play with you. And that makes me happy.”“I don't think it's that simple an equation.”“Maybe not,” he concedes. “But then, if if sex were the same thing as math, a lot more people would be lining up to take calculus.

Fuck, Christina.”“Yes, fuck Christina. I think she'd like that.

You wanted to see me, Professor?

You think I'm gorgeous?”“When I look at you, all I can think about are the the different ways I'd like to fuck you.”“So that's a yes then?” she said shyly.“No, darlin. It's an I-hope-you-weren't-planning-on-sleeping-alone-tonight.

A woman isn't a whore for wanting pleasure. If it were unnatural, we would not be born with such drives.

Out running errands—be back before noon. I made a list of some things I like. Check the ones you're interested in, underline any maybes, and cross off your no's. I'm going to do two of the things on that list to you when I get back—your choice. Surprise me.-M