Stranded with a Billionaire

Love is not control, Logan. Love is partnership. Friendship. A wise man once said, 'If you want to be loved, be lovable.

I’ve already found the right person. I’m just waiting for her to be ready.

I miss you. I miss your smile. I miss your hand in mine. I miss your laugh when you're nervous. I wish to god I was hearing it right now. That hurricane was the best thing that ever happened to me because it brought you into my life.

just curious. You know. If I’d touched single junk or married

It’s a shame you woke up before I had to resort to more insistent tactics.” “Oh?” She slid a hand down his stomach and played her fingers over his cock. It twitched in response to the light touch. “What did you have in mind?” “Burying my face between your legs and licking your p**sy until you came.

Quit flirting with my woman, Griffin.” “I’m not flirting with her, you Neanderthal. We can discuss mutual interests without it being flirting,” Griffin said, but he winked at her as if sharing a joke. Logan snorted. “I’d believe it if I thought that talking archaeology didn’t give you a hard-on.

Brontë whimpered low in her throat. “Your mouth makes my panties so wet.” God, that was erotic. He groaned. “Plato again?” he asked between kisses. “Brontë Dawson,” she replied huskily. “I hear she’s got a thing for tall, dull guys.

Where do you fit into the picture? You’ve shown me the professor and the playboy. Where do you fit into all these neat little categories?” He grinned at her, flashing white teeth. “I am a Lancelot at heart, I’m afraid. I like nothing more than to be of service. You’re looking at the world’s largest Boy Scout. Show me an old lady who needs to cross the street, and I’ll show you a man who will trip over his own two feet to assist her.

Thank you?” He was still panting. “For pulling out?” “No,” she said dreamily, though that was nice of him, too. “For showing me where the G-spot was. I had no idea. I think I’m ruined for non-G-spot sex now.