Keep Me (The Fox Family Crime Syndicate, #3)

by Summer O'Toole

“What’s with the rosary? You don’t strike me as the praying type.” He’s looking back out the window, snapping a picture of a mom and toddler walking into the store. “I’m not.” “Okay, so why?” His chin slowly twists toward me, and there’s a simmering heat in his eyes. A heat that I feel settling deep in my stomach. He speaks in the same deadpan tone he answered in before, but there’s nothing dry or emotionless about the way he pins me with his stormy stare and says, “Because when my hands are wrapped around your throat, I’m the one you’ll be praying to.” …Lord have mercy…

Yes, please…may I have another!!!

The One Where They Finally Bang 2.0

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“So, no, Cortez, I don’t want to touch you—I want to fuck you, own you, ruin you.”

He leans closer and licks the trail from my cheek to whisper in my ear. “I like the way your fear tastes.”