Magda Alexander Quotes & Sayings

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. — Magda Alexander

Oh, honey. Just because I can't buy what he's selling doesn't mean I can't window shop. Besides there's not even a remote chance he's interested. It wasn't me he had his eye on yesterday." Her head swivels toward me. She arches a dark brow. — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

them up. "Which floor?" His upper crust Brit accent curls around my spine, making mush out of me. "Uh, nine." I reach across to press the '9' button, and a whiff of his scent reaches me - expensive cologne, clean soap, and a base note I suspect is just him. My legs, already wobbly from the mad dash from the Metro, turn — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

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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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. — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

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, — Magda Alexander

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

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... — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

blocks away. And Selfridge's department store will have anything you need." "I do need a dress for the weekend." She claps her well-manicured hands, nails painted in fire engine red. "Ooh, shopping. I'll go with you if you want." "It'll have to be tonight after work." "No — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

heart lurches because the glance he directs at me displays neither love, nor hate, but a careless indifference, — Magda Alexander

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

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

Mr. Tall, blond and delicious?" She's a huge fan of Gabriel's. Maybe it's because he kissed her hand, or because he showed her nothing but courtesy during that weekend in the castle. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because she knows I'm in love with him. — Magda Alexander

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

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

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. — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

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 — Magda Alexander

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... — Magda Alexander

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

I shiver at the command. Why do I love the way he orders me around when I won't stand the same from another man? — Magda Alexander

When I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror, — Magda Alexander

She breathes a soft sigh, and in the tried and true ways of time immemorial, she welcomes me home. — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

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

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. — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

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 — Magda Alexander

As soon as he disappears around the corner, CeCe, the secretary who occupies the left side of — Magda Alexander

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. — Magda Alexander

But trouble is just what walks in the door one scorching — Magda Alexander

I'm so exhausted with worry, I go to bed early that day. But hours later, I'm still awake. I can't seem to fall asleep. Not without him by my side. When did I become so addicted to Jake? Why do I crave his company? Since forever, my conscience responds. After my father's death, I went off the deep end because he was not there. I sought the BDSM lifestyle, not because I yearned for it, but because I wanted the pain. If Jake had been there, somehow I could have muddled through the aftermath of my father's funeral without looking for someone to tie me up and administer punishment. I wanted to be beaten as an outlet for my agony. Not that it made any difference. Even after I flew to Brazil, the pain was still there. It still is. And I know why. Because he's not by my side. As much as I want him to be here with me, he never signed on to babysit me for life. — Magda Alexander

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

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

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

Thank you. Where may I put my umbrella? — Magda Alexander

As I unbutton him, I kiss his skin - warm, fragrant, smelling of soap, his expensive cologne and him. Done, I slip him out of the garment and lay over his heart which thuds heavy and deep beneath my breast. Except for my gossamer-thin robe, we're almost skin to skin. — Magda Alexander

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

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