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

“Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties”

“He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.”

“I’m going to drag you down to the basement, kneel at your feet, rip your jeans down and I’m going to make you come so hard with my tongue the whole damn pub will think you’re being murdered.”

“He smiled that smile again. How could something so lazy do such busy things to her body?”

“He was a Crosby, Stills and Nash song. He loved the one he was with. He was casual with a capital C.”

“You told me your mother wants grandchildren.”“My mother wants George Clooney to move to the farm too but that ain’t ever going to happen.”

“She loved him. She loved Ryder Davis. She loved his stupid face and his dumb smile and his idiotic biceps.”

“It’s just a dress.”Oh no. There was nothing just about it. Juliet was wearing a walking hard on. “With a zip.” He fought the desire to close his eyes and rut into her hand. “That goes on forever. I can peel you like banana.”

“Ryder stepped into the hallway to discover Tiny sitting in the middle, his tail wagging in greeting and what looked like a goofy smile on his face. Despite Tiny’s size, his behaviour and the sheer impracticality of having him here, Ryder felt stupidly happy to see his big, dumb face. For about two seconds. Until he saw the offering at Tiny’s feet. A steaming mountain of crap right in the middle of the hall runner.Ryder blinked. He’d never seen so much dog doo in his life. What the hell had they been feeding him? Bricks?”

“Spread your legs.” His voice was deep and dark, the glow in his eyes feral. This was what he’d looked like on the field tonight. Running the plays. Focused on the job.Dominant. Decisive. Certain.Male.”