Ellie

“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.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, licked the strong line of his jaw, the chin with a tiny cleft in the center. She liked his scratchy stubble, the erotic burning sensation it made on her skin as he licked and sucked the sensitive dip between her neck and her shoulder.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“I love a man in uniform. And he's got a big hose. I'm getting hot just looking at it."
"I can hear you," Sam called out. "This is an office. Please keep the discussion to a PG level."
"How about you keep your dirty R-rated thoughts to yourself," Daisy retorted. "We're looking at a picture of a firefighter holding a hose on the street to cool people off on a hot summer day. In my innocence, I can't even imagine what you were thinking."
"I thought you were using a metaphor," Sam said. "But clearly I shouldn't assume..."
Layla glanced down at the picture. The firefighter was bare chested save for the suspenders holding up his fireman pants, which were unzipped in a way that suggested he wasn't on his way to a fire. "That's... some hose."
"I can still hear you."
"He's jealous," Daisy whispered. "He wishes he could have a big hose that makes women wet.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“At your age, I would expect you to have had a boyfriend or two, but if you've had intimate-"
"I'm not that old." Layla bristled, cutting him off.
"In this market you are." Sam smirked. "Most of the girls who have responded to my desilovematch.com profile are under twenty-one. You're practically an auntie. I'm surprised your profile got as much interest as it did.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game