Sexual Innuendos Quotes

“How did you learn to drive like that?" Gwen yelled over the howl of six hundred horses.
"Watching Jacks." She gunned the engine and slipped around another car.
"What?"
"You know, watching his shifting."
Gwen gasped. "You've been looking at his SHIFTER?”
― Scott Speer, Immortal City

“Mad Rogan: "Resistance is futile."
Nevada: "You are not assimilating me!”
― Ilona Andrews, Burn for Me

“As Jack began to climb the stairs, Fiona looked up at her new home. Five stories of stately mansion
rose above her head. Heavy molding around the large windows and doors bespoke a quality and
craftsmanship that was obvious even in the dim night. “Good God! It’s massive!”
Jack paused with his foot on the last step. “I do wish you’d keep those comments until we are in bed,
love. I would appreciate them all the more there.”
― Karen Hawkins, How to Abduct a Highland Lord

“Many a small thing has been made large by the right kind of advertising.”
― Mark Twain

“Why do I have to earn it by being good? Don’t you feel like bragging?”
“It’s better when you beg,” he said, his voice low. “It’s always better when you beg.”
― Robyn Carr, Wild Man Creek

“Did you want to change into something more comfortable?” Adrian asks with a raise in his eyebrows, breaking me out of my train of thought, but not away from naughty thoughts.

I smack his knee. “I'm comfortable, but I know you're not.” He doesn't mind dressing up, but on most days I see him in casual clothes like screen-printed tees and hoodies.

“You're right,” he says, tapping my knee lightly, standing up. As he walks toward the hallway, he slips his shirt off the rest of the way. I can't look away from the sight, even if it is only from the back. Damn. What is happening to me? Have I gone mad?

Before I can tear my eyes away from him, he turns around. Judging by the look in his eyes, I've been caught. I have so been caught. Damn again. I didn't want him to see me practically drooling. It's too late for that now.

He smirks. “You know, I could spend the rest of the night just like this.” He places a hand to the hard muscles of his chest.

I clear my throat, trying really hard not to imagine my hand in place of his, and say, “If I'm wearing clothes, you're wearing clothes.”

“So if I'm not wearing clothes...” I grab a coaster from the coffee table and fling it at him. He catches it in his hand. “Just remember, all you have to do is say otherwise.”
― Lilly Avalon, Here All Along

“That much sexual tension makes me want to hump a phone pole, and that’s just not attractive in a pregnant woman.”
― Amy Lane, How to Raise an Honest Rabbit

“What was it you called me? Hell’s overlord who wields his lucky pen like it’s… what was that last part?”

Enough! Elise’s tolerance disappeared in a sulfurous cloud of smoke. “Hell’s overlord who wields his lucky pen like it’s his staff of masculinity,” she ground out, then lowered her head and furiously pounded on the laptop’s keyboard.

Luc laughed and the hairs at the nape of her neck prickled. “Staff of masculinity. How could I have forgotten that? You could have just said—”

Her cheeks burned red hot. “I made that up before I knew you liked to beat your lucky pen against the desk.”

He turned in his seat and smiled the smile that never failed to raise her body temperature a hundred degrees. “And it was that particular phrase which made your habit of sucking on pen caps all the more bearable.”

She glared at him and his smile widened. “Don’t make me get up and come near your desk, Lucien Masters.”

“Getting up and coming near my desk are the least of my worries,” he replied in a husky, Southern rumble.”
― Elijana Kindel, Lucien

“Don’t be afraid to do it harder,” she grunted.
“That’s what she said,” Alec said earning a laugh from Keela and myself.
“Have you ever thought of givin’ up sexual innuendos?” I asked him with my lip curled upward. “Because you should, you can be so disgustin’ at times.”
“I’ve tried,” Alec sighed. “But it’s hard, so hard.”
― L.A. Casey, Ryder

“Say, what's the question mark for? Sexual identity?”
― Dan Slott, Arkham Asylum: Living Hell

“Over the next few days, every knowing glance and furtive look reminded me how much small towns loved to gossip. My mother delighted me each day by telling me what she’d heard. I’d pushed Leo behind a snap pea display at the farmers’ market and wrestled him to the ground. I’d offered him my bagel repeatedly, refusing to take no for an answer. I’d been seen out behind the market, helping him load up his vegetables and been caught holding his cucumber. That was my favorite.”
― Alice Clayton, Nuts

“Before I eat your bagel, we should be formally introduced, don't you think?”
― Alice Clayton, Nuts

“Wow," Agnes said, looking at her bridge.
"Was it good for you?" Lisa Livia said. "It was good for me."
"That bridge was built for tanks," Shane told Agnes proudly. "It'll take your wedding traffic and then some. It's even better than what you had."
"Thank you," Agnes said to him, trying not to sound hero-worship-y.
"But it's temporary," Lisa Livia said, leaning on Carpenter a little.
Carpenter put his arm around her.
"And I'm thinking the price is right," Agnes said, and sipped her coffee as Shane settled his arm around her.
"And my mother is going to have a stroke," Lisa Livia said.
"It's a beautiful bridge," Agnes said, and tried to forget all the hell swirling around her and the need to be practical and not get hurt.
She could be smart tomorrow. Tonight she had a bridge and she was holding on to him.”
― Jennifer Crusie, Agnes and the Hitman

“I’m trying to think…are you the florist?” Malcolm’s voice was slightly off, as if it were coming from someplace other than his own throat. ...

She took a sip from her own drink. “Nope. I like flowers as much as the next woman, but I can’t tell a dahlia from a daisy.”

“Or a lupine from a lobelia?” Hugh Parteger said.

“Or a carnation from a chrysanthemum.”

“You’re obviously not into floral sects,” he said.

She almost spit out a mouthful of kir royale laughing. ... “Mr. Parteger, I don’t discuss what I do in my garden bed with anyone.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he said. “For most women, it’s just a matter of finding the right tool.”

She took another drink, enjoying herself immensely. ... “Yes, but it’s such a tedious process, finding one that fits and works really well. Better just stick to hand weeding. Fewer complications that way.”

“Ah, so you’re a master gardener.”

She actually giggled. How mortifying. She took a long swallow from her drink. “As Voltaire said, we must cultivate our garden.”

“I believe he also said, ‘Once, a philosopher, twice, a pervert.”
― Julia Spencer-Fleming, A Fountain Filled with Blood

“Cade released her slowly, running his hand over her hip, and patting her on the butt.
Her cheeks heated. She owed him an apology. She cleared her throat, and with difficulty managed, "I can be pushy---"
"You think?" He cut her no slack.
"I came on too strong. I'm sorry."
"I'm not."
"You're not?"
"We kissed."
"A good enough kiss for you to wear a costume?"
"You could kiss my entire body, and I'd still pass."
His entire body. She'd never considered naked a costume, but it might work for him. She looked him up and down. Licked her lips. Her blush deepened at the thought.
She heard Cade swallow. His gaze was hot and dark; his voice deep and husky. "I've never taken a woman in a storeroom before, but there's always a first time.”
― Kate Angell, The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine

“He curled his arms, popped his biceps. "The Hulk is no match for the power of these pythons."
"I see another python is also proud of the fact that my room is destroyed."
Liam cupped his semi-erect length and gave a manly tug. "The desk is next. Or should we do it on your dresser? You've got a weapon of mass destruction at your beck and call. Just point me in the right direction."
Laughter bubbled up in her chest. She loved this playful, joyful side of Liam. Maybe he'd never really had a chance to embrace that part of his personality when he was growing up, but he was definitely making up for it now.
"Are you seriously comparing yourself to a weapon of mass destruction?"
"Look at this room." He opened his arms wide. "We rocked the fucking world."
Daisy made her way across the broken shambles of the bed. It didn't look girlie anymore. They'd managed to knock off the pink duvet, and all the fluffy pillows, and tangle the delicately flowered sheets in a heap.
Definitely time for a change.
"Where are you going"----he growled----"wiggling that sexy little ass at me?"
Daisy looked back over her shoulder and smiled. "You said something about a desk?”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“I decided that I wanted to have one memory of you with your clothes on."
"Beast," she chuckled. "If you wished to see me dressed, you only had to request it."
"Plus, it's so fun to remove everything"---he stared at her over the rim of his stemmed goblet---"piece by piece.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“Ever had Fighting Cock?”
“You talking about the bourbon or some sex position I haven’t tried yet?” Paris asked.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Bourbon Thief

“I am at your mercy.”

Matthias cracked one of his whips. “Get up and get in the house.”

“As you wish.” Rose wrinkled his nose, picked a banana peel off his lap, and stood in the last faint beams of sunset.

“Whoa!”
“Is he wearing a leather cat suit?”
“Holy Mother!"
“Dude!”

The guys all quickly averted their eyes and raised their hands to further block any chance of catching a view. Anything to not see Rose in his painted-on leather one-piece that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Their reactions were pure entertainment.

“Stunning, right?” Rose spread his palms as far as the cuffs would allow.

“Oh, I’m stunned.” Ayden looked ill. Rose looked down at himself with admiration. “Not many males can pull off this look.” “No male can pull off that look.”

“Actually, his finely sculptured physique would be considered the perfect complement for this type of anatomically revealing attire which accentuates his—”

“Bloody hell, Jayden, shut it!”
“Dude, this is so not right.”
“I feel like it’s looking at me.”
“Feel like what’s looking at—? Oh. Oh! Ugh, now I feel like it’s looking at me too.”
“How can it be looking at both of us?”
“Are you serious?”
“I’m gonna be sick.”
“Someone please gouge out my eyes.”
“He might as well be naked.”

“Already did that,” Rose said dryly and gave me a suggestive wink. “Ask Aurora.”

“What!” Now the crowd had eyes on me. I frantically shook my head.

“No, no, no. It’s not what you think. He was in the water with most,” my hands circled over my abdomen, “stuff covered.”

“Most?” Ayden almost shrieked. The orange-red flames on his arms flashed blue-white.”
― A. Kirk, Drop Dead Demons

“This is the main course," he declared. "Later, I'll provide dessert."
From the salacious gleam in his eye, she understood that he wasn't referring to food. "Do I get to pick my favorite?"
"With my avid assistance.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender