Quotes from Joey W. Hill

I have my limits, Lauren," he said, low. She knew it, could feel the caged beast hurling against his bars, knew how close he was.

I had my hands on you last night, my mouth, and everything I touched was delicate, beautiful. Something I want to keep safe. That's the way I'm built, and I won't apologize for that, but I will apologize for it making me say something that stupid.

When he was with a woman, he saw to her welfare with the easy authority of a man who believed it was his responsibility to look after her.

He'd proven himself her Master even when bound, taking over her senses even without the privilege of touching her.

He was taught to focus on more than one thing at once, so he didn't have to tell her to stop to get her home safely. Not unless her hand dropped to his cock, in which case they might have a real problem. They didn't really cover cock teasing in combination with combat driving.

From the first time Thomas has seen him, he hadn't known who or what Marcus was, just that he wanted him. Wanted to be his. And the fact Thomas has thought of it that way should have given him a clue to the hidden craving in his own makeup. An unexpected sexual preference. Preference. There was a grimly amusing word. As if any need this elemental was a choice.

Their curved bodies were two parts of the same heart, and though he couldn't put this on canvas any more than he'd been able to capture Marcus' face there, he knew moments like this were imprinted on the universe, already rendered by a Master Artist far greater than he would ever be.

emotions. Composing herself the same way she did

Count it, Marcie." She managed to get the first finger out. She was pretty sure she was losing her mind, because she chose her middle finger.

sometimes you've suffered enough, figured enough things out, that you earn something wonderful in this life.

Thomas eyed the array of hair products on the corner of the tub and snorted. "God, I forget sometimes how gay you are.

We're all going to die, love. I don't know anyone who's gotten out of this life alive

God, he was going to destroy her. But maybe for the first time in her life, she'd found a man worth shattering for.

minor magics meant to amuse and entertain.

I want to play with your pussy while I drive. I'm going to keep you talking the whole way, so I can hear your voice break as I get you hotter and hotter.

The baby intern scaled the walls of her crib and spent most of the weekend getting up to speed on the negotiations with Senecorp so you'd have it first thing this morning. You'll find her sucking her thumb at Alice's desk.

Get out." Marcus' eyes went freezing cold, his face as hard mask, the cleaned but unstitched slash making him look far more dangerous. "I don't want to deal with this carp right now." "I've never gotten in, so how the hell can I get out?

Perhaps because I refuse to be less than the other part of your soul, my lord." "And nothing challenges a man as much as the voice of his own soul.

Even the most controlling Master knew love was the best kind of surrender. If he had any sense at all.

It's never going to be that way with us. Anything you say "stop" about, I respect. No apologies, no guilt on your part, no feeling like you've disappointed me. I want you to feel comfortable saying it. You want to get out of here now?.

Only thing worse than a dry fuck is small talk.

Please touch me." He needed intimacy, the emotion behind the physical punch of what Marcus had just done to him.

It was larger than even usual, the tip damp with fluid, his testicles smooth and tight.

Your voice started to get all low and sexy at the end. You practically purr like a tiger when you're about to get off.