Annotations

Now, scoot up so your head rests on the pillow—I want you comfortable while I eat you.”

Now, stop talking, and let me taste you.

“Nicknamed Reaper, Thorn’s an off-the-books operative, known as a ghost. To my knowledge, he destabilized foreign regimes to help the United States during his time at CIA before going freelance and subverting dozens of terrorist attacks. He has connections everywhere, unlimited resources, and the man answers to no one. He’s untouchable.”

“I said,” she told him very slowly, very clearly, “do. Not. Fuck. With. Me.”

There is no try, only do, young Skywalker,” he said.

Uh, sir, may I please have some lube?”

times: in a clothing store dressing room, on an empty rooftop lounge, and a roadside quickie while driving through the hills to a television production site. All were spontaneous

s:

“Forget what you saw here, Ethan. There is no lady. She doesn’t exist. Sometimes you’ll think you see her out of the corner of your eye. When you do, don’t look at her. Don’t talk to her. She isn’t there. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”

Your mom was the most amazing person I ever met, but people were mean to her. Because of where she came from.

They sat side by side. A father and his son, both distraught by the day’s events.

“My name is Keith Neil. For ten years, I worked undercover for a federal task force specializing in corruption and organized crime. This video isn’t an accusation. It’s a record of what we saw. Of what was nearly erased from history.” Cassie lifted her head. “My name is Cassandra Montgomery. I wasn’t just collateral; I was the plan. I wasn’t supposed to survive. But I did. I wasn’t supposed to be here. But I am. And I won’t let silence protect the people who tried to destroy me.”

“We do this together, or we both go down. Besides, you wouldn’t get anywhere near my family if I didn’t trust you.

“There’s a way around everything when you have the money to hire professionals.”

Shaking his head, he couldn’t believe it had come to this. It shouldn’t have. If the little twit had played her cards right, she’d be on the Mexican Riviera enjoying a fat bank account and an underage lover.

Ingrid was a smart and self-assured Swede with startling blue eyes and short blonde hair. She worked in the City for a firm of investment bankers. When she started to explain what she did I cut her short. “Buy low, sell high. Yeah, I get it."

She stared at me. “Then how do you know what’s trending?”

“Too smart for the slutty ones, too savage for the bright ones.”

“I’d love to,” I said, “but I’m nil-by-mouth until morning.”

“Just plug her up Michael,” Ash said as she tossed a large vibrating plug over my head.

Michael is going to prep and plug you up

“Oh, I don’t work here. I just came here for some cream.”

"Have a lick at 'Cherry's Sweet Spot

Her chest rose and fell, her breathing quickened, and her hips rocked and rolled her against the protruding and vibrating saddle horn that hit just the right spot for her.

Her body arched as the jerky bull squealed to a start. Charity's thighs clenched the cool metal as sweat dripped down her clavicle and between her breasts, the hardest part of riding the bull was not letting the summer heat in an old bar that lacked air conditioning make your skin either too wet to hold on, or too sticky to let go.

I keep staring at his tongue ring every time he talks to me.]

Even the things he said to the Omega Psi girls that night, about consent.

[Aaron: I need the deets on The Prince.] [Bad Bunny: Oh shit. You unblocked my number! 😮]

“Fuck you harder, frat boy,” Aaron said nastily. “You and your entire fraternity of bitch boys can go to hell.”

“If I let you eat my dick, will you stop stalking me?” Aaron said sarcastically, batting his eyelashes. He stuck his tongue out and flipped around his snake eyes tongue ring again.

Aaron’s eyes narrowed. “I may want to suck your cock, but I will never lick your boots, you whiny, begging, pathetic trust-fund baby.”

“Yes but have you seen his abs?” she said with the cup against her lips

He got off the bed and pulled the comforter off, and messed up the sheets, putting one pillow on the floor. Then he opened up his zipper and pulled his cock out with his back turned to her. “Leaving some evidence,” Jeremy said over his shoulder.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he reassured her. “You know that, right?”

Jen was right; he had been thinking about me.

Meeting my friends. Going on dates.

​“What are you going to tell them this time? That your bible study ran late?”

Before I took my vows, I was First Sergeant Kimberly Pleasant, 81st Armored Regiment. I not only know how to use this equipment and maintain it, I know how to teach. We’ll take good care of your tanks, Captain. And we will, indeed, provide for the common defense, a duty to which you have been derelict for far too long.”

Before I took my vows, I was First Sergeant Kimberly Pleasant, 81st Armored Regiment. I not only know how to use this equipment and maintain it, I know how to teach. We’ll take good care of your tanks, Captain. And we will, indeed, provide for the common defense, a duty to which you have been derelict for far too long.”

wanting to rub against him like a cat.

Ingrid stared at Dillon. “You ran me?” “Of course. You ran me too.”

Pointed toes and all….

Gazing at those bare masculine hindquarters, it was beyond the pale that anyone would do that on Aunt Cecilia’s new sphinx-legged, ponceau silk sofa during the ball of the Season…Oh, my, was that a winged dragon tattoo on one muscular cheek

If I’m going to have a temporary reminder of the kiss on my body, I’ll leave one too. In return I dig my fingernails into his nape until I feel blood well under my nails. I smile into his lips—he won’t be able to see the injury, but he’ll feel the sting, and it’ll  remind him of me.

a kiss a week for the school year.”

They say if I move too much, the beast might eat me.

I feel his fingertips then, parting my labia, and the rough tip of a thumb scrapes upward, sparking sensation through me. The nub there hardens as do my nipples and he swipes it again.

one of your brother’s friends

“You can stay as long as you want, Kaitlyn. There’s no pressure for you to leave. Not even a little bit.” Calm understanding flowed over me. Words escaped me and I swallowed a lump of emotion. She brushed the hair from my face and slid in behind me.

Yes, I am beautiful. More than that, I am striking. A woman of poise, grace, and just the right hint of mystery. Surely, I could be the model they sought.

Then he’d say something pathetic, like ‘Am I doing this right?’ or ‘Communication is really key’ or ‘Do you remember our safe word?’.

That’s right. Look at me. Watch the pleasure spread across my face. It’s yours to share too. You’re with us tonight. The three of us have embarked on a special journey.

This time, I make eye contact.

Well, common wisdom says a novel wouldn't have a sex scene in every chapter. But The Prince's Boy was not written as a novel, with the sexy bits paced out here and there, but as a serial intended to be read one chapter per week. The original website where it was published back in 2009 is now gone, so Theo is the new home of The Prince’s Boy.

That’s right. Look at me. Watch the pleasure spread across my face. It’s yours to share too. You’re with us tonight.