And when you're not partying in Vegas, what do you do? she asked. Prepare for your role as the next James Bond?No, I don't work alone.She cocked her head as if trying to make sense of his words.I'm a SEAL in Uncle Sam's Navy. When I'm working, I have a team of guys who could kick James Bond's ass watching my back, covering my six at all times.
~ Sara Jane Stone
A good orgasm was in the details.
Dominic reached behind his head and tugged on his T-shirt. The rising fabric revealed his abdomen. And yeah, he liked the way her gaze followed the hemline. But his arm stilled, his bicep taut and his T-shirt covering his hair. If he kept going, she’d see the damaged skin on his chest from where the bullet had entered.“Are you sure about this?” he asked. “My scars aren’t pretty.”“I promise to focus on your abs,” she murmured without looking up. “And lower.
I look at you,” he murmured, “and I remember every position, every way I made you come, how you felt against my mouth. Honey, I know it all by heart. I don’t want to try some new kinky position. I want to revisit where we’ve been.
