Daisy Had Known The Novel Was Silly

Opening Up To The Wrong Person Is Like Putting Ammo In Their Hands.

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I'd Sell My Soul To Have You. In My Whole Life, You'll Always Be What I Wanted Most." ~ Hardy Cates

The Look Of Experience Suited Him, Especially Because Somewhere Deep In Those Eyes, There Still Lurked A Dangerous Invitation To Play. He Had A Quality Of Masculine Confidence That Was A Thousand Times More Potent Than Mere Handsomeness. Perfect Goodlooks Could Leave You Cold, But This Kind Of Sexy Charisma Went Straight To Your Knees. -haven Travis

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.