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I want you too much. I want you with me, in my life, in my bed. If i can have that, nothing else matters.

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Sylvia Day
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: March 11
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He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.
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I had to bite back a laugh. Cary Taylor. Loving you isn't a character defect. Chapter 12, pg 213
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Waking up to you is like... presents on Christmas morning. His mouth curved. For your convenience, I'm already unwrapped. Batteries not required.
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You’re different,” he said, touching my face. Of course I was. The man I loved had killed for me. A lot of things became inconsequential after a sacrifice like that.
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I had never seen hair that purely black. It was glossy and slightly long, the ends drifting over his collar. That sexy length was the crowning touch of bad boy hotness over the successful businessman, like whipped cream topping on a hot fudge brownie sundae. As my mother would say, only rogues and raiders had hair like that. (Eva about Gideon)
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He caught me to him and cupped my cheek in one hand. “I want to keep feeling the way I feel when I’m with you. Just tell me what I have to do.
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There was something sweet in watching him pull himself back together, restoring the façade he wore for the world while I knew at least a little of the man beneath it.
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B.O.B. and I have a longtime understanding - when we're done with each other, we know exactly which one of us has been used, and it isn't me. Good night Gideon.
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There were thousands of women in New York alone who could replace me in his life, but there was only one Gideon Cross.
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If I was any more pleased with you, I would lose what little remains of my sanity.
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I realized we'd pulled into a parking garage. We drove around two levels, pulled into a spot, then immediately pulled out again. Along with four other black Bentley SUVs. What's going on? I asked, as we headed back toward the exit with two Bentleys in front of us and two behind us. Shell game, he said.
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I'm not giving you any options here. We're doing this, Eva. Enjoy your last remaining hours as a single woman.
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