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Tyler. His handsome, lion-eyed ravagement. His capacity for devotion. Which is so sexy. Why do so many gay men lack that? Why are they so distracted, so in love with the idea of more and more and then more, again?

A wicked curve appears on his lips. __o, you__e wrong. I__ allowed to say whatever I want. What I__ not allowed to do is what I want.

Art isn__ a means for income when it comes to Hex. He would do it if he was trapped on an island by himself or the richest man in the world. For him, art is like breathing. He just has to do it.

The Kiss. It seemed like more than a kiss. It felt more like alchemy.

He was struck dumb by her brilliant blue eyes. Eyes that could drag a man out of the darkest hole and into the light.

I__e been waiting for you for a very long time._ I raised her off my shoulders, lowered her to me, and guided her legs around my waist. __hy did you take so long to come to me?___f I knew you were here, I would__e come so much sooner.

He leaned close to whisper in her ear, "Is there any other tension I can relieve for you, cher? I am willing and most certainly able.

Handsome hero wanted.Brave in the face of certain danger.Must be willing to get naked with other species.At least six-inch penis required.Fee is negotiable.

The man had one of those dark, deep voices, the kind that made men listen and women shed their clothing.

My love, one day, you are going to be my wife.

She looked at his outstretched hand, seeing it for what it was. A challenge. An invitation. A promise. They could never be just a "fling." A fling was something you didn't put your heart into.

I could just as easily have taken the train.__e shut his eyes, just long enough for a movie of a Tess-induced train riot to screen on the backs of his eyelids. Fists flying, teeth broken, friendships destroyed as men vied to get closer to her lush body barely covered in that incendiary French maid outfit. And now he was turning hard again.

Oh my God. It is your nookie box. How many times have you had sex on that blanket?___ever, you sicko. I make them stand._ __sshole.

What can I do to get you out of your shirt today, Luke?_ Her voice held a husky, wheeler-dealer tone, the kind of voice for which he was likely to do anything. He imagined that voice whispering in his ear, issuing wicked orders, making him hard as steel.

Dressed to strip?_'You know__xpensive clothes that feel good in your hands while you take them off him.

Soon, Liv,_ he mutters between impatient kisses when we come up for air. __ want you in my bed. Underneath me, on top of me, bent over_fuck, we__e going to invent new ways for me to have you. ~Vince

We broke up in eighth grade when Tara-Mae Forrester offered to let me touch her boobs. And I did.

Now go get dressed and relax. And remember, you're mine to fuck later.