Do you wanna go back to my hotel?

Yes, last time I checked, I did have that appendage. It's fully functional, too. So I guess that means I don't get an invite.

Does it hurt now?" he asked, his tone rough and seductive."No." She shook her head again and sighed, trying to pretend his touch didn't make her uncomfortably wet.He grinned. "So...what's with the heavy breathing?

He squeezed her neck and rested his forehead against hers, "What is it with you, Allie? Why can't I take my mind off you? I can't take a single breath without wishing I was touching you" Mitchell Davies to Alana Shelton

Meet me backstage later?”The deep voice whispered along her skin and her body hummed in appreciation. She turned her focus to the eyes shaded under the cap.

Mitch stared at where her hand lay on Blake’s crotch and appreciated that his friend didn’t comment.“Please tell me I don’t have my hand some place inappropriate.” Alana’s voice broke.

Yes, Troy, I’m tired. And do you want to know why?” She raised her brows, cocking her head on an angle to give him a full dose of attitude. “Cause I was riding Blake all night long.

I’m sure you could distract me with something better than hand holding, sugar.” He winked, then winced and sucked in a breath. “Holy f-f-f-f-fire truck. I think you just stitched my kidney.

I've watched a never-ending line of relationships crumple around me, with each sordid detail publicized to the world. I couldn't stand to hurt you that way.

You’re bubbly and approachable.”.... “I’m none of those things. The sarcastic wit and humorous charm is a front. I honestly despise people. I like to consider myself as more of a dictator that staff are confident in but scared to approach.