"I ducked beneath the structure, and was tall enough to rest my chin on his knees as he sat atop the bars. Looking up, I could see the small scar on the underside of his chin gleaming in the moonlight. I touched it, and he pulled me closer, leaning down and running his hands over my hair."

"I kissed William Fox until he groaned and gave way, falling back to the blanket, and letting me press him to it as I eased on top of him."

"He was breathing fast too, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes hot. He leaned back with absolute insolence, palms flat on the desk, deceptively at ease."