rivals

Say my name.""No." She tipped her head up, her breath sawing out of her lungs. __on__ stop, please._ He languidly stroked her. __ won__ stop, but I won__ take you there unless you say it._ Her voice locked in her throat. He stroked into her again at the same time giving her the pressure she desired with his thumb. __ have all night.

He drew in an answering breath, and she waited to hear the quip, the joke, the dab of levity for the most intense moment they__ ever shared. But he only dropped his head into the crook of her neck and laid his mouth over her leaping pulse as they found their unhurried rhythm in the dark.

You__e killing me in this proper little suit,_ he said, skating a heated look over her shirt. __y place or yours?_ She swallowed thickly, the hand against his chest beginning to sweat. __-I__ busy._ __ou__e gonna be,_ he said, smiling. __eed to know what bed you__e gonna be in, though. Bringing my A game._ __on__ you think_?_ __bout you underneath me? Only every other minute. Now answer me, or else I__l throw you on the nearest desk._ Heat burst onto her cheeks. He noticed. __h, really?_ He smiled down at her.

Lily?__he couldn__ see his face, but she knew his eyes were on her. She could feel them. A beat passed. Then another. He flicked the flashlight on, his eyes zooming in on her mouth. __on__ suppose you__e scared enough of the dark to leave._ She shook her head. __ don__ suppose you__e planning on leaving me on my own._ A smile, then, __ou might cheat._ He tugged their linked hands and leaned the slightest bit closer. __rue,_ she breathed, mirroring his movement. __ wouldn__ trust you if our roles were reversed._ Inches from his face, she admired the curve of his top lip. __hat are you doing, Black?_ __ think,_ he whispered back, his warm breath fanning over her lips, ____ going to have to kiss you, McIntire.

Whatever you say, sweetheart._ He sent her a wink, a devilish one, the same one he no doubt used to sear the panties off his dates.

Lily?_ She couldn__ see his face, but she knew his eyes were on her. She could feel them. A beat passed. Then another. He flicked the flashlight on, his eyes zooming in on her mouth. __on__ suppose you__e scared enough of the dark to leave._ She shook her head. __ don__ suppose you__e planning on leaving me on my own._ A smile, then, __ou might cheat._ He tugged their linked hands and leaned the slightest bit closer. __rue,_ she breathed, mirroring his movement. __ wouldn__ trust you if our roles were reversed._ Inches from his face, she admired the curve of his top lip. __hat are you doing, Black?_ __ think,_ he whispered back, his warm breath fanning over her lips, ____ going to have to kiss you, McIntire.

Even while we hate, we still have that deep unusual_ compassion for our rivals, and they hate it when they realize that we are feeling sorry for them.

When gorillas smell danger, they run around and call out to the rest of the primates in the jungle to warn them something evil is coming. And when one of their own dies, they mourn for days while beating themselves up in sadness for failing to save that gorilla, even if the cause of death was natural. And when one colony is mourning, their chilling echoes migrate to other colonies _ and those neighbors, even if they are territorial rivals, will also grieve with them. When faced with a common danger, rivals turn into allies. And when faced with death, the loss of just one gorilla becomes the loss of the entire jungle.

Hug your customers but also offer handshake to your competitors.

Don't make such decisions whose bad results make you look like you are your own enemy.

Self respect and reality is tough rival when it comes to balance it honestly.

If you want to find the real competition, just look in the mirror. After awhile you'll see your rivals scrambling for second place.

Complements from your companion will do you no good, but if you get complements from your competitors it means you are really doing good.

When I see an arrogant man, I see one less competitor.

Division and separation means no harm to the society. It makes everyone unique.

How can I shut downIf you don't open up??

When you stop worrying about your shortcomings, you deny your enemies, rivals, and/or competitors lethal weapons they may use to attack and defeat you.

Don't take on about her, Gabriel. What difference does it make whose sweetheart she is, since she can't be yours?''That's the very thing I say to myself,' said Gabriel.