amy-andrews

It was perfect. Just right. Just what the raging, frothing she-demon inside her needed. The demon that had driven the stupid argument between them and nothing short of his possession was going to drive her out. Revenge sex had taught Juliet that it wasn__ possible to screw the angry out, but if anyone could, it was Ryder. She moved restlessly against him as he held himself high inside her. __gain,_ she demanded. __ore.___hrist._ His breath was hot on her neck, his voice strained and clearly pissed off. __ou__e so fucking bossy.

I__ not going to be the bad guy here, Ryder, because you can__ be like every other man out there and think with your dick.

Did you jack off last night?__e swallowed, his throat undulating against her lips. __o._ __eally?_ He wouldn__ be the first guy to lie about a quick wank. __ross my heart. Got no sleep at all._ A surge of triumph shot through her system and her lips curved upwards. __ou think_ __he slid her hand between them and groped his dick through his shorts___ou__e going to last very long when I get on my knees and blow you?__uliet revelled in both the unsteady timbre of his breathing and the feel of him in her hand. The power she had over him in this moment hit her right between the legs. __ think I will last an embarrassingly short amount of time.

And did I mention how much chicks dig guys with dogs? Go out with Tiny and they__l flock.___al..._ Ryder shoved a hand through his hair. __ play in one of the country__ most elite rugby teams. I__ on the tele. And billboards. In my underwear. I do okay with the chicks.

You told me your mother wants grandchildren.___y mother wants George Clooney to move to the farm too but that ain__ ever going to happen.

He didn__ try to kiss her. She probably would have bitten him if he had. This wasn__ nice sex. It wasn__ considerate. This wasn__ the kind of sex lovers had. It was two angry people trying to fuck each other into submission.And she__ never been more turned on in her life.

Whatever am I going to do with that monster, Ryder Davis?__e gave a husky laugh. __ think you could probably just tell it to come now and it would.

A woman could do a lot of crazy things for a pair of fine-looking dimples.

Dash shoved his hands on his hips and looked down into the bowl. __ou gave my fish pink rocks?_ he said as he turned to face her.Joy shrugged. __ didn__ really look at the colour I just grabbed the nearest bag.___t had to be pink?___here__ some blue as well.__e looked into the bowl again. __ot really.__oy couldn__ believe she was having a conversation about pink rocks when the bigger question of what the hell he__ found out about the robberies was still unanswered. __ou think it__ going to turn Ralph gay?_ she asked sweetly. __iven that he__ living his life out solo it__ kind of a moot question, don__ you think?___ou__e right, I think he needs a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend.___ith those rocks? I think he needs Fishtank Barbie in there.___s your masculinity threatened because your fish has pink rocks?__ash folded his arms. __e__ a bloke. He doesn__ do pink.__oy glanced at the bowl. __t works,_ she said. __t...blends.___e__ orange,_ Dash said. __ince when have pink and orange gone together?

You do know I__ not psychic, right?__ash looked down at her. __oy...you do know that normal people don__ see ghosts, right?

There was nothing like the cold, heavy steel of a gun, the soft moan of an appreciative woman or the sharp burn of a good single malt to make a man grateful to be alive. Tonight, with his gun gone and his sex life a wasteland, Dash had to settle for whiskey.