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“I have a sweet tooth and I am not ashamed. That's all there is to it. No need to mention donuts at all."
"How about buns?"
She looked back over her shoulder and caught him staring at her ass. She was wearing a tight black skirt for no other reason than she'd had a strange urge to feel sexy after Hassan shredded her the other day.
She gave a little wiggle before she walked into the restaurant and was rewarded with the sound of his sharp intake of breath.
"Layla?"
"Yes?" She turned in the doorway, caught a cheeky smile.
"I like sweet things, too.”
― The Marriage Game
"How about buns?"
She looked back over her shoulder and caught him staring at her ass. She was wearing a tight black skirt for no other reason than she'd had a strange urge to feel sexy after Hassan shredded her the other day.
She gave a little wiggle before she walked into the restaurant and was rewarded with the sound of his sharp intake of breath.
"Layla?"
"Yes?" She turned in the doorway, caught a cheeky smile.
"I like sweet things, too.”
― The Marriage Game
“Don't tell me the babysitter is at home looking after our six kids for nothing."
"Six kids?" One of the bouncers reached over Layla and shook Sam's hand. "Respect, man. She doesn't look a day over twenty-eight."
"Twenty-eight?" Layla gave an affronted sniff. "I've only just turned twenty-six."
Married her at seventeen and didn't waste time." Sam patted her tummy. "Good thing I'm not a fan of 'roids. Tonight we're going for seven."
"Guess whose nuts are next if you don't get your hand off me?" Layla muttered under her breath.
The bouncer laughed. "I can't say I envy you going back to a house full of kids, but you're clearly having fun making them.”
― The Marriage Game
"Six kids?" One of the bouncers reached over Layla and shook Sam's hand. "Respect, man. She doesn't look a day over twenty-eight."
"Twenty-eight?" Layla gave an affronted sniff. "I've only just turned twenty-six."
Married her at seventeen and didn't waste time." Sam patted her tummy. "Good thing I'm not a fan of 'roids. Tonight we're going for seven."
"Guess whose nuts are next if you don't get your hand off me?" Layla muttered under her breath.
The bouncer laughed. "I can't say I envy you going back to a house full of kids, but you're clearly having fun making them.”
― The Marriage Game
“Maybe I could pay you another way..."
His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment he thought his fantasy of her in those boots on his desk just might come true. "I'm all ears, sweetheart. And a whole lot of something else.”
― The Marriage Game
His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment he thought his fantasy of her in those boots on his desk just might come true. "I'm all ears, sweetheart. And a whole lot of something else.”
― The Marriage Game
“Even still, she noticed Mia in her peripheral, looking all sweaty and gorgeous, her hair pulled into a ponytail and stray strands glued to her forehead. The flush on her cheeks probably looked the same after she—
Oh, Jesus fuck. Head out of the gutter.”
― Confined Desires
Oh, Jesus fuck. Head out of the gutter.”
― Confined Desires
“Her breath hitched when he slid a thick finger into her wet heat. Slow. Firm. Agonizingly delicious.
"You're so wet," he murmured. "It really did turn you on."
"You turn me on." She arched against him, pleasure rippling through her core. Sam pushed another finger inside, angling to brush against her sweet spot.
"I thought you needed me, like right now," she panted as he palmed her breast through her clothes.
"I need to give you pleasure first." His heated gaze trapped her, made her insides tighten.
"So you're a gentleman sex beast." She wrapped her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through the softness of his hair. His shoulders were so broad, his neck corded with muscle. But unlike Harman's steroid-enhanced physique, Sam's perfect body was real.
"I don't feel like a gentleman." His voice was deeper than normal, thick and hoarse. He teased her nipple to a peak through her clothes. "The things I want to do to you right now are as far from gentlemanly as you can get.”
― The Marriage Game
"You're so wet," he murmured. "It really did turn you on."
"You turn me on." She arched against him, pleasure rippling through her core. Sam pushed another finger inside, angling to brush against her sweet spot.
"I thought you needed me, like right now," she panted as he palmed her breast through her clothes.
"I need to give you pleasure first." His heated gaze trapped her, made her insides tighten.
"So you're a gentleman sex beast." She wrapped her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through the softness of his hair. His shoulders were so broad, his neck corded with muscle. But unlike Harman's steroid-enhanced physique, Sam's perfect body was real.
"I don't feel like a gentleman." His voice was deeper than normal, thick and hoarse. He teased her nipple to a peak through her clothes. "The things I want to do to you right now are as far from gentlemanly as you can get.”
― The Marriage Game
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