Dragos Goes to Washington

How exactly does one break the news to her husband that she's standing in a closet with the dead body of one of their dinner guests?

Trying to get pregnant is one of my very favorite things to do. We’ll have to practice frequently, and with great enthusiasm.

I'll make you eat those words." "You are very welcome to try," she whispered. Her attempt at cockiness had turned breathy and yearning. "Please, try very hard." A smile lit his hard features. "Trust me, that will be entirely my pleasure.

So, is that your long scaly reptilian tail, or are you just happy to see me?

He said against her fragile, pedal soft skin, "You know how this goes, don't you?" "In a general sort of way," she whispered unsteadily. She ran her hands up his arms and dug her fingers into his shoulders. "You diddle here, I suck there. Or maybe you suck, and I diddle. Or both. Couple of pats, and ten or fifteen thrusts. 'Oh baby, your so good, I can't take it,' pow, et cetera, 'let's go raid the fridge.

Tiago turned to survey the large, crowded ballroom. "Good job not killing anybody." "That's what Pia said," Dragos told him. "Night's not over yet.

Do you have to take note of every little thing I do? I mean every tiny, little thing, Dragos?" "Yes," he said simply. "When I look at you, even when things are going to hell, somehow everything is all right.

She crooned in his head. Honey, I'm so proud of you for not killing anybody. His gaze flashed to hers, and that flat, assessing expression vanished as he laughed. Squeezing her fingers, he told her, Week's not over yet.

Maybe your sperm is so mighty, you shoot magic bullets." His intent expression splintered, and he burst out laughing. Almost as quickly, he sobered again and told her with a completely straight face, "Of course I do.