Tell me I’m enough for you,” he demanded. “Can you be with me even though I’m so wrong?” She was satin and warmth. The way she squeezed, he was desperate to move, pound, inject her.She looked at him. “This is. You are. I can’t do this any more if it’s not with you. So please fuck me straight to hell.

I can’t do this anymore if it’s not with you. Fuck me straight to hell." ~Eve to Beckett

I’m never opposed to sexual favors as payment.” He wrapped her ponytail around his fist, leaning close to her ear. “I’m too exhausted to kick your ass. Drop my hair. You know better.

Eve hugged him and whispered in his ear, "Careful. I'm fatal." He needed to remember that warning.He whispered back, holding her hair so she couldn’t squirm away, “Jesus. It’s like you said that directly to my balls.”She laughed so hard at his unexpected reply.