C.C. Gibbs Quotes

He shrugged . 'That's part of the game. Excess is an escape for me, a defence against old ghosts and what seems at times a soulless reality – present company excepted, of course,' he said with a small smile.

He shouldn't even be thinking about dragging her into his wayward world of carnal games. He should give her a free pass. Or maybe just give her the illusion of a free pass. Cold-blooded manipulation or decency? What would it be?

She was his treat in a world of endless chaos.

You make me insanely happy, baby, but bite me that hard again,' he said with a grin, licking the blood off his bottom lip, 'and you'll get the spanking of your life.

A slow-motion kiss that took the place of the million things she wanted to say to him and couldn't because he didn't want to hear them. About pragmatism and the sad ache of regret. About love and longing, about the shadow of fear that was so strong it was making her ears buzz. About the rising panic of losing him.

He exhaled softly. 'What do you want me to say?'
'How about the truth?'
'Then I'll be fucking someone else. Satisfied?'
It was amazing how much it hurt to hear him say that. To think of him with another woman. To consider life without him...

I like Hollywood happy endings.'
'I thought you might.'
'You say it like there's something wrong with happily ever after.'
'On the contrary, if only it were true the world would be a better place.'
'Cynic.'
'Welcome to my reality.'
'That's what comes from making too much money.

Sex and honesty were mutually exclusive in his world.

I hope we didn't bruise anything.'
'Yours or mine,' she almost said, the imprint of his sizeable dick stamped on her thigh.

There's no such thing as an emergency unless I'm losing every penny I have. That's my only red line, OK? Nothing else fucking qualifies. Not. One. Goddamn. Thing.

Property of Dominic Knight was engraved in a large font. Return for Reward was in a smaller script but easily visible too.

But he was a businessman first; there was time enough for other things once Miss Hart had done her job. Since he'd lost Julia, he was indifferent to women for anything other than sex and that was available anywhere. Miss Hart's sexual function was immaterial.

Your jazzed little clit is talking to me even if you won't.

He was ridiculously handsome, tall, lean yet solid with muscle. Politely immoral, indifferent to censure. As if he knew he was irresistible in all manner of things. Not just to her, but to everyone, to women particularly.

Kate pointed at a cling-film-wrapped salad that was marked: Do Not Microwave. 'She's not sure you know not to heat a salad?' Dominic rolled his eyes. 'I did once and Patty's never forgotten. That I was stoned out of my mind at the time apparently wasn't excuse enough for her.

He went absolutely still for a split second, an error message flashing wildly in his brain. Another second passed before he resumed breathing, then another before he concluded that the conversation about procreation at lunch was to blame for his bizarre thoughts.

Christ, dealing with you is like rewriting The fucking Art of War,' he grumbled...

I want you to understand who's in charge of your climax the next few days,' he coolly said. 'So there's no misunderstandings.

I don't mind, really. I'll try to be better.' If anyone in Knight Enterprises had heard Dominic's response , they would have thought their CEO had finally gone over the edge into some neurotic psychosis due to overwork. I'll try to be better. Mea culpas weren't his style.

Fucking A. Hell can do without me for a while. And I'm going to make you feel so good you won't even think about leaving.

And he did what women around the world loved him for, over and above his money: he fucked like an artist; with natural talent, an almost indecent technical competence and the well-honed gift of accurately gauging female arousal.

She was unique in his sophisticated world, a far cry from all the women he'd known, completely natural, fresh and artless, irrepressibly eager for sex. His constant wet dream.

Innocence waiting to be fucked, he pleasantly thought. And his, he decided with the proprietary instincts of a modern princeling.

She wasn't sure her independence would survive against the full onslaught of his wilfulness. But she loved him – anyway and every way." Dominic wasn't the only one who subscribed to a what the fuck philosophy.

Nice, hey?' Her voice was just a wisp of sound.
He lifted his head slightly so his smile bathed her in sunshine. 'Nice like the crown jewels in the Tower of London are nice.'
'Or Almond Joys are nice.'
He laughed. 'Christ, I can't stay mad at you. You're fucking irresistible. What the hell are we going to do?'
'I don't know about we, but moi is going to love you to pieces. You're way better even than an Almond Joy.'
'And I can make this way better, baby.' Unwinding her legs from his waist, he stood up, grasped her thighs lightly and set the swing in motion.

If you need anything, ask your butler.'
'Butler?' There was a word that had never before entered her life.
'They come with the suites.

Oh Christ. Her words, come inside me, had a predictable impact on his dick. Fuck and double fuck. Reason was taking a fast exit stage left while his erection was taking the vertical route.

He preferred the familiar world of sex and more sex. That was his comfort zone.

I suppose your boobs are all squished under that green lace, your nipples crushed. They're going to need some consolation. I'll suck on them until they're happy again. And then afterwards, when your nipples are stiff and throbbing and wondering if that's all there is, I'll give them something else to think about. I'll spread your legs wide open and put my hard dick inside you so slowly you'll be begging me to shove it in. But I won't – I'll make you wait until I give you permission to come.

I'm going to eat you for dessert.'
'Not here!'
'Here, Katherine. That's why I'm making room.'
'People might come in…

Before the driver came to a complete stop, Dominic had leaped from the car and was striding towards the private jet, his phone to his ear.

I'm the one with the dick and you're the one that wants it,' he gently said. 'It's not complicated.

He slid his index finger inside her for a quick check; nothing distracted her like sex. And he'd had enough touchy-feely talk for one night.

Stop,' he grumbled, 'or you'll get a spanking instead of an apology.'

'Are you kidding me? Thanks to you I almost OD'd on orgasms.

She had Dominic now, and tomorrow, perhaps longer. So carpe diem – until she ran out of road.

You're the kind of man who might leave scars,' she said a moment later, her voice deliberate as though clarifying her position not just to him but to herself.
'But you're also the kind of man who might end up leaving a tattoo on my sex life that I'll enjoy looking at later.

…a long-haired, younger, super-lean Dominic Knight with sleek, corded muscles and the loose-limbed grace of a large jungle cat. Even in the unprofessional video one could see the hint of menace in the spring-coiled twitch of his hand holding the crop.

He softly sighed. 'I really wish I could help you out, baby. But I just have an empty space where normal people store their files on feelings.' He grinned. 'I blame my parents for that defect like I blame them for my other ten million fuck-ups.

He raised his head, brushed his hair off his face with his left hand. 'You're welcome, baby.' He winked. 'It's been a while for you.' Sliding his fingers from her soft-as-silk pussy, he eased her legs off his shoulders, set her feet on the carpet and rolled back on his heels.

Dominic stared at her in stunned disbelief. Female resistance didn't exist in his world.

You're lucky I like you,' he said with a grin.
'Do you really?'
He hesitated a fraction of a second.
But her eyes were huge with entreaty.
He knew what she wanted to hear.
'Yes, really,' he whispered.
He might have even meant it.

But my dick is always interested in you.

He smiled. 'Since when did you get shy?'
She ran her fingers through her copper curls in a quick restive gesture, then stared at him. 'That's kinda personal.'
'Unlike fucking.'
'Hey, keep it up and - '
'You couldn't do it, babe. Honestly. You need it more than I do.'
'Maybe I could.'
'And maybe I could find religion , but I wouldn't bet on it. So, can I get back to my plan? It'll make you real happy – guaranteed.

He wanted to pick her up and shove his dick so far up her pussy he'd need road map to get out.

And she gave herself up to him body and soul, responding to his disarming affection, the bounty of his indefatigable dick, and as always to his arresting strength and beauty. He was her temptation and deliverance. He was her life.

I won't make you wait long,' he said, withdrawing his finger from her mouth and slipping it into her throbbing sex in a light teasing penetration, with only a soft flick on her engorged clit. 'Jesus, that's one stiff little clit. Think you can wait?

Dominic smiled. 'Good. Then it might not be such an expensive piece of ass after all. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some apologizing to do. A helluva lot of apologizing. Give me a week at least before you reschedule. Katherine is agitated,' he grimaced, 'and with good reason. I'm going to need a few days to calm her down.