You mean youre not God? Nooo, say it isnt so!
Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir.
“Am I your dom, little rabbit?Yes. Her red-brown brows drew together. Whats wrong?Not a thing. He gave her a faint smile, and his gravelly voice deepened. I thought Id tell you were getting married ...”
“Gabi to Marcus "I can't believe out of one hundred thousand sperm, you were the fastest!”
“It's a girl thing, trying to change ourselves as if we can change our lives too.”
“Impertinent submissive, Raoul snapped, and his dark brown eyes turned mean. Nothing new for this one. You're doing a lousy job of bringing her to heel, Marcus.Bring me to heel? Like I'm a dog? With...”
“She couldnt take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditationfor romance. Or on a birthday cake at least.So where was the cake? The present? The son...”
“Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.”
“He liked to touch, she realized. In bed, he kept his arms around her or a hand on her like now. The way he played with her breasts, or just touched her, or ran his hands over her body, made her fee...”
“MacKensie, much as men don't like to share this fact, we rarely die from not getting off.”
“Don't get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine.”
“Listen, I'm bossy. I can't help it. It's who I am and what I do. I'm pushy and I like to take over. But I'm going to work really hard not to do so much and your going to try and accept me the way I...”
“Possess. Have. Hold. Enjoy. Control. Dominate. Pick your verb, Ms. Fairchild. I intend to explore so very many of them.”