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340 pages, Paperback
First published February 3, 2013

“I want you naked and in my bed, and I want it in the next two minutes.”
“Or?” she pushed.
“Rachel?”
“Yes?”
“There is no or,” he informed her as his serious eyes met hers. “Just do it.”


“Ready?” he asked, looking directly at her, as he inserted the key.
“For?”
He turned the key, and the snick of the lock was as effective as a starting gun.
With absolute certainty, he said, “Me.”

“By the time I get to you, I promise you will be begging for it. In fact, I should just be able to look at you, and you will want to come. If your greedy little hands have done the deed, you won’t need me now, will you?”

“This is an image. THAT,” he told her, looking over her leather-clad body, “is a costume.”

"Cole was a man who exuded confidence. He projected strength and determination in every aspect of his life, and it only made sense that he would carry it over to the bedroom. This wasn’t a man who was playing at anything; this was a man who lived the only way he knew how."

“Let go, Rachel. Let go, and lie down with me. Close your eyes, and forget everything. Tomorrow will be here soon enough, and you can argue with me then.”


“Would you like a taste,BabaRachel?”

“There’s one small problem here, don’t you think?” she questioned.
(…)
“And what’s that?” he asked with a smile.
Rachel swallowed and decided it was now or never.
“We both want to be on top.”
Cole couldn’t help the wicked thrill he felt snake up his spine at her words.
“I’m not averse to being underneath you, Rachel, not in the least.”

Keeping his arms firmly behind his back, he lifted his mouth from hers and moved it to her ear.
“I can’t touch you, Rachel, and god, I want to. I want to undo these sexy leather pants and slide my hands inside. Or maybe, I could lick the skin that’s peeking out between the laces, but I can’t. You said no.”

“Rachel,” he groaned.
She raised her eyes to him, and bravely, she told him, “Stop being so civilized.”
And that was all it took.
Cole lost it.

“Fucking hell,” he cursed as she sucked on his fingers in a way that made his cock jealous. When he finally pulled them free from her mouth, he released her chin and gripped her hair firmly. “Suck me, Rachel. Put those sticky lips around my cock and suck it good.”


“You know for a man so immaculately dressed, your mouth is filthy, and your manners are terrible.”
Looking down at her hand, Cole watched as it moved to the buttons of his vest. “I don’t really think it’s my manners that you’re interested in.”
Raising his head, Cole released her arm and gestured to the open door. “Lead the way.”
“And you’ll follow? Yeah, right. Since when do you follow anyone’s orders?“
Cole walked with her to the door. “Since around forty minutes ago.”
“And how that does feel?”
���I fucking hate it,” Cole admitted honestly.
“You have such a filthy mouth,” she pointed out, stopping in the doorway to the busy kitchen.
(…)
“You’re right. Maybe you can clean it for me with your tongue later.“




“I want you to give yourself to me.“
"I don't want to tie you to a bed or strap you to a cross. I want you to willingly want every single thing I plan to do to you. I want you to keep your hands behind your back because you want to." Biting her earlobe, he then added, "And I want you to swallow because you love the fucking taste. Play with me, Rachel, so I can play with you..."


"Reaching out to the script that was written along her ribs, he finally read the passage: "At any given moment, you have the power to say this is not how the story is going to end." That was when everything started to make sense. This woman - with the loud hair and the even livelier clothes - was sad."
"Quit fucking around, Rachel, and suck my cock."
"You look so fucking corrupted right now. Your hair is all wild and crazy. It looks like you've had my hands in it while I've been inside you for hours. Your breasts are a work of fucking art..."
***FIVE CARAMELIZED STARS***





‘How did you slip past all the walls I put up?’
‘I just went where you allowed.’



First, and foremost before I get into the good stuff. I really just want to thank Ella Frank for the contest that she ran regarding this book on facebook. I want to thank her even more for actually picking my entry as the winner and for letting me forever be able to say "hey, you know I helped out with that scene at the 77% mark of Edible?!?" As well as the fact that it won me an ARC of this FUCKING AWESOME BOOK!!!


PRIDE
STRENGTH
HOPE
LOVE


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“Oh yeah, just like that, huh?” he asked as he did it over and over. She panted as he pounded into her.
“Fuck.”
“Oh, we’re fucking. We are fucking real hard.”


“From the minute you walked in, it was you. I’d been coming to this place for months, looking for someone— not someone who wants gimmicks, not someone who wants to act a part in the bedroom. This is me and my life, Rachel. I’m bossy, I’m arrogant, and I can be an asshole at times, but I also crave the power to control my surroundings. So, that is what I ask of you. Will you let go and give me the power to make you happy? To make you scream when your body finally explodes around mine? I want the power to make you smile and curse at me, so if you want to try that, then come with me. Say yes, and come home with me.”
Tålmodighet av en saint. Sinnet til en synder. How very appropriate it is tonight, he thought. Patience of a saint. The mind of a sinner.

He was so refined in his black pants, shirt, and tie, but he was looking at her like he wanted to fuck her into next week.
I want you naked and in my bed, and I want it in the next two minutes.” “Or?” she pushed. “Rachel?” “Yes?” “There is no or,” he informed her as his serious eyes met hers. “Just do it.”

He moved his face in close to hers and looked her directly in the eye. “I want to take you up to my bed, lay you down in it, and slide so deep inside you that I have trouble remembering what it’s like to be apart from you. And, Rachel?”
“Yes?”
“I want you to let me.”

“You’re so much more than I ever expected. How did I not see that coming?” he asked, mystified. Her lips tipped into a shy smile. “Because I was hiding,” she confessed.
“And now?” Taking his hand in hers, she brought it to her mouth.
“And now I want you to see me.”

Edible (adj): Fit to be eaten.


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"I will use my mouth, tongue, and anything else I need to make you whisper, groan, and scream my name"
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"Patience of a saint. The mind of a sinner."
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"I had no idea it would be you," she admitted as she started to touch his face.
"And I knew it had to be you."
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"I want you to willingly want every single thing I plan to do to you. I want you to keep your hands behind your back because you want to." Biting her earlobe, he then added, "And I want you to swallow because you love the fucking taste. Play with me, Rachel, so I can play with you."
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"It's beating hard because it wants the one it loves to feel it."
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Stars
Hot! Sizzling, scorching, set-you-on-fire hot.


At any given moment, you have the power to say this is not how the story is going to end.


Patience of a saint. The mind of a sinner.
This women–with the loud hair and the even livelier clothes–was sad.
“I can’t ever imagine hating you, but if you get sick of me and decide next week that you want nothing to do with me–”
“Yes?”
“Tell me, so I can change your mind.”

“You’re so much more than I ever expected. How did I not see that coming?” he asked, mystified.
Her lips tipped into a shy smile. “Because I was hiding,” she confessed.
“And now?”
“And now I want you to see me.”









"Tålmodighet av en saint. Sinnet til en synder."
"Patience of a saint. The mind of a sinner."



"I’m bossy, I’m arrogant, and I can be an asshole at times, but I also crave the power to control my surroundings. So, that is what I ask of you. Will you let go and give me the power to make you happy? To make you scream when your body finally explodes around mine? I want the power to make you smile and curse at me, so if you want to try that, then come with me. Say yes, and come home with me."

“Thank you for my surprise. Now, I won’t be able to eat a caramel without thinking about being balls deep inside your sweet, warm pussy.”

“You’re so much more than I ever expected. How did I not see that coming?” he asked, mystified.
Her lips tipped into a shy smile. “Because I was hiding,” she confessed.
“And now?” Taking his hand in hers, she brought it to her mouth.
“And now I want you to see me.”

His eyes ~ 'Hot! Sizzling, scorching, set-you-on-fire hot....Dirty blonde hair, hot hazel eyes...
♥Rachel Langley.


PRIDE, STRENGTH, HOPE, LOVE
"Ready?" he asked, looking directly at her, as he inserted the key. "For?" He turned the key, and the snick of the lock was as effective as starting gun. With absolute certainty, he said, "Me."
hahahaha!





"Patience of a saint. The mind of a sinner."

"I don't want to tie you to a bed or strap you to a cross. I want you to willingly want every single thing I plan to do to you. I want you to keep your hands behind your back because you want to. And I want you to swallow because you love the fucking taste. Play with me, Rachel, so I can play with you."













