AyoDollFace

“Way I figure it, if I'm forced to have a partner, might as well have one with benefits. If you're annoying me, fucking you will be more satisfying than punching you." Prophet grinned, then added slyly, "And I could punch you afterwards.”
― S.E. Jakes, Catch a Ghost

“Running me off, are you? What about all this ‘me Breed, you mate’ crap you’re always spouting?”
― Lora Leigh, Lion's Heat

“Damn it, Gabe." Pagan wrenched out of his hold and grabbed his shoulders. "Tell me what you want."
"To kiss you." The words tumbled from his lips, harsher than he intended. "Just once. To know what it's like. What you taste like."
Pagan's eyes darkened.
"Maybe then I'll be able to forget you."
Pagan arched an eyebrow and stepped forward. "You think it's that simple?"
Gabe held his ground. "Yeah."
"So do it." They stood chest to chest. Pagan's warm breath caressed Gabe's forehead when he said softly, "Kiss me, cop. Then try to forget me.”
― Avril Ashton, Love the Sinner

“If you stop referring to my penis as a love truncheon.” “Love dart?” “No.” “Portable pocket rocket?” Sloane smiled. “Absolutely.” The smile vanished. “Not.” “How about moisture missile? Peacemaker? Heat seeking missile?”
― Charlie Cochet, Blood & Thunder