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I Have Never Said This To Anyone Before.” Leo’s Voice Was Like Ragged Velvet. “but The Idea Of You With Child Is The Most Insanely Arousing Thing I’ve Ever Imagined. Your Belly All Swollen, Your Breasts Heavy, The Funny Little Way You Would Walk … I Would Worship You. I Would Take Care Of Your Every Need. And Everyone Would Know That I’d Made You That Way, That You Belonged To Me.

I Still Don’t Get Why I Have To Eat Breakfast If You Don’t,” Josie Muttered. “because You Have To Be A Certain Age To Earn The Right To Ruin Your Own Life.

No Matter How Strong Our Resolve, We Eventually Find Ourselves Enslaved By The Compulsive Preference For One Particular Woman. You’ve Been Caught, My Friend. You May As Well Reconcile Yourself To It.” Nick Did Not Bother Trying To Deny It. “i Was Going To Be So Much Smarter Than You,” He Muttered. Sir Ross Grinned. “i Prefer To Think That Intelligence Has Nothing To Do With It. For If A Man’s Intellect Is Measured By His Ability To Remain Untouched By Love, I Would Be The Greatest Idiot Alive.

I Had Never Felt The Allure Of Another Human Being This Strongly, Warmth And Curiosity Mixing To Form An Unspoken Question In The Air.

His Kisses Tapped Into Deep Mines Of Memory, And The Years That Had Separated Us Fell Away As If They Were Nothing.