I don't have any tan lines because I sunbathe in the nude.

— Robin Bielman

I’d start by laying her down on my bed and undressing her. Slowly. Carefully. So she wiggled and stretched, and soft pants escaped her lips. My hands would be all over her. My mouth, too. When she wore nothing but the blue scrap of lace between her legs, I’d take her wrists and cuff her hands to my bedpost.

— Robin Bielman

If I stay, it’s going to be in your bed.” Her pounding heart relaxed, the fear that he’d reject her floating away like tiny grains of sand in the wind. “I know.” “And we’re not going to sleep.” “I’m good with that, too.

— Robin Bielman

I just watched this documentary on the mating habits of whiptail lizards and trust me, if those things can make it happen, you can too, my friend.

— Robin Bielman

I'll never look at cake the same way again," he whispered in her ear.

— Robin Bielman

I love the sounds you make," he said, voice husky. "I love that you make me make them.

— Robin Bielman

I may be clean cut on the outside, but make no mistake." He moved even closer, close enough to see her pulse jump at the base of her neck. "I like to get very, very dirty when nobody's looking.

— Robin Bielman

I may be clean cut on the outside, but make no mistake... I like to get very, very dirty when nobody's looking.

— Robin Bielman

I’m here for your pants and shoes.

— Robin Bielman

I’m in awe of you, Rowan Palatal,” he said softly. “And plan to make love to you for the rest of the night, but right now, I want you to be a good cowgirl and ride me.” His finger hooked around the string of her panties, and he tugged them down and off. “The boots stay on.

— Robin Bielman