Amy Andrews Quotes

There was nothing like the cold, heavy steel of a gun, the soft moan of an appreciative woman or the sharp burn of a good single malt to make a man grateful to be alive. Tonight, with his gun gone and his sex life a wasteland, Dash had to settle for whiskey.

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

Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock?