Magda Alexander Quotes

tamed his blond hair by cropping it short, but a rebellious sun-streaked strand curls over one tawny brow. Tall, broad-shouldered,

His lips follow a trail from my mouth to my jaw, down to my throat. As he nuzzles, he suckles, nips my skin before circling back to my mouth to taste me, ravage me, own me.

left side of his mouth kicks up. "I'll have Samuel store your luggage in the boot.

hand clamps around my shoulder. "What's the hurry? You don't have anywhere to be, do you?" Ever possessive Gabriel frowns at me. "No. But you probably do." "I don't have anything scheduled

THREE MONTHS HAVE GONE BY without the taste of Gabriel Storm in my mouth, the scent of his skin in my nostrils, the rush of his powerful body pounding into mine.

Pride? What are you talking about?" "You wear your independence like a badge of honor. Bound and determined to allow no man to take care of you.

Oh, Elizabeth." His lips quirk. "I'm so going to love taming that mouth of yours. Now, love" - he brushes my bottom lip with his thumb - "make it good.

I'm only doing my job." That's what I am. His job. He'd stopped my floor shows at the cantina. Not only that, the break-ins had ceased. At least until now. While the staff barely gave me the time of day, they were practically ready to canonize him. "They see you as the one in charge now.

Thank you. Where may I put my umbrella?

Because you're you and I'm me, that's why." "Well, there's an argument I can't refute." I can just see his luscious smile.

member of the upper crust. He's a working class bloke, born with a tin spoon in his mouth. In our

Come back to me, to my bed. Where we can make love. Every single night. For as long as we both shall live. That's the vow you made. Remember? Well, it's time to prove you meant it. Come back and stay. Forever. That's my offer. Take it or leave it.

Hopefully, it won't resort to that, but I'll handle her. Have you talked to your sister?" As always, when he talks about

company we are negotiating against. No one would take me seriously

He's a gazillionaire. I barely make expenses every month. He owns mansions all over the world; I co-rent a townhouse in Alexandria with my best friend. Women fall all over themselves to go out with him. I haven't had a date since forever.

The thought I may never see her again streaks through me. The time's all wrong. We only have twenty minutes before we head out. But right now, I don't give a damn. I grab her and push her against the door. No time to do anything except in the most primal of ways. I kiss her hard...

Not anymore, the beast inside me roars. You're no longer employed by Storm Industries. You can do what you want. The temptation to take her, to make her mine, has grown into a savage hunger which won't be satisfied...

have a large vocabulary." His tone's gone deliciously

Elizabeth, just like our queen. I'm Gabriel Storm.

intent stare, but I splurged on a black Donna Karan jersey dress, and I know I'm looking my best. "Splendid morning," he

Christ, Elizabeth! Get your head back in the game. You're here to do a job, not drool over a hunky Brit. In my hurry to put some distance between me and the sex god, my knees wobble. I clutch the edge of the conference table to keep from

An image pops into my head of Gabriel Storm in my bed, his golden skin sheened with sweat while I ride him to paradise. Oh. My. God. Where did that come from? I've sworn to stay away from men.

When I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror,

He steps to the side to make room for me, but even so, his shoulders take up half my space. Not that I mind. Men are my Achilles heel, my Kryptonite. I love their smell, their taste, the sounds they make when they come inside of me. But between a full-time job, law school, hours of reading cases, and study groups, I barely have time to sleep, much less date.

around, get back a couple of nods before the car reaches

I BURST THROUGH my office building's entrance, cursing the subway

A zing travels up my arm from the contact. My nostrils flare, and I catch a whiff of her female scent. She may not wear perfume, but there's a bewitching essence to her that ensnares my senses.

between a full-time job, law school, hours of reading cases, and study groups, I barely have time to sleep, much less date. Which is why I gave them up. "Which floor?" His upper crust Brit accent curls around my spine, making mush out of me. "Uh,

I've always had an ear for music so one day I sat at the piano and picked out some notes. I tried to improve, but without formal instruction, there was only so much I could learn. When I went off to school, I demanded my studies include piano lessons. By the time I was ten, I could play Mozart concertos.

How could I have missed it? Easy. Deep in grief over Casey leaving, I'd gone on automatic pilot this morning, barely glancing in the mirror as I brushed my hair, smoothed on my makeup. I clamp down on the impulse to dig out a mirror and check out the 'mark.

His rough-pad fingers travel down my throat, across my collarbone, down the swell of my chest, a simple caress which has me quaking inside. My flesh aches for him, burns for his touch.

The moment I met her she struck me dumb, deaf, and stupid. At only eighteen, she'd had everything - brains, beauty, class. And she'd known it too. In the eight years since, I've watched her toy with one man after another, sometimes for a weekend, sometimes for a couple of months. But the affairs always ended the same. With her handing him his hat and a don't-slam-the-door-on-your-way-out.

He pulls me into the steel of his chest. In between kissing me, he whispers, "You don't have to be jealous of them, you know. None of them hold a candle to you.

I never wanted to be you. I saw what the weight of being the heir did to you. And I'm not talking about what our mother did to you. I'm talking about the mantle of responsibility thrust upon you. Hell at fourteen you practically ran the castle. God knows our father never did. And all Mother wanted to do was throw one grand party after another." /"Well, somebody had to take responsibility. The place was falling apart."

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in the car. For seven floors, he's all mine. I dare

I miss breathing in your scent, the feel of your body next to mine. I miss you, Elizabeth, so much I hurt with it sometimes. So forgive me if I can't be happy about this venture of yours at Payne Industries.

She's lying on her bed reading. Not a girlie magazine, but a technical journal of some kind going by the cover. She's bathed and changed into another delectable baby doll, a black one this time, which shows more skin than the one from the night before. So, of course, my cock rises to the occasion. Damn.

His power, his intense masculinity, hit me like a semi, sucking the air out of my lungs. He doesn't help matters when he steps closer, forcing me to look up at him. My five seven is no match against his six three.

And then the blasted elevator jolts to a dead stop. My stomach plummets as childhood memories of being trapped in a closed