THE BILLIONAIRE AND HIS SUGAR BABY " I made love to her on paper , and spilled ink like passion across the sheets. I caressed her curves in every love letter. I kissed up and down her thighs in short sentences and prose. I tasted all her innocence, without a spoken word. I bit her lip , and pulled her hair in between the lines. I made her arch her back and scream. She was supposed to write a book, but I guess we ended up writing ours on eachother's soul."

"Neither with ink nor with paper, my cold finger will write our love story on your bare back."