“ Damn, he was good. I'd been professionally sullied without a single item of clothing removed. ”
It is. I’m your boyfriend now, whichmeans there’s no room for your hipster admirer. He’ll just have to lick his wounds while we lick other things.
~ Kylie Scott
Stick your dick in’?” I asked, my brows probably touching. “Did you actually just say that?” “Make love. I meant make love … of course. I would never just stick my dick in you. I would make mad, passionate love to this sweet, sweet body of yours for days, no, weeks. It would be beautiful, pumpkin. There’d be little angels, and birdies, and you know … all just hanging around, watching. Perverts.
It will never belong in a Hallmark card, but I drove a car into a house and killed a man for you. You chained me up for days and I still wanted to come back and talk over our darkly sordid, slightly kinky, and a lot warped relationship. Face it, you're stuck with me.
[He] carefully put a funky-looking pair of reading glasses on her. There we go. How are they?She blinked experimentally, peering around the room. Good, I think. Thank you.Wear them the next time we f***. That would be thanking me.Aww. You say the sweetest things.Don't I?
