" The little imp had gone Brazilian.
Damn him for a sinner but the thoughts that zinged through his mind would make the roof of a church cave in on him.
Thoughts like: She better have done that with me in mind because I’m not letting anyone with a set of balls near her ever again.
Thoughts like: Mine. Mine and mine. "

― Cindy Gerard , Whisper No Lies (Black Ops Inc., #3)