Mary Capacio

“You sure about this, Sugar Snap?”…
“I’m all in, Farmer Boy.”
― Alice Clayton, Nuts

“I’m going to fuck you on this balustrade, so hard you’ll feel it in your bones.” He slowly breathed me in, nudging me with his nose. Sweet heaven, my librarian was a dirty talker.”
― Alice Clayton, Screwdrivered

“He turned, leaning against the door, one arm over his head. Beef. To the motherfucking. Cake.”
― Alice Clayton, Screwdrivered

“You didn’t really bring me beets, did you?”…
“I did,” he murmured, his thumbs sliding underneath my T-shirt the tiniest bit. “I brought mad beets.”
“Oh man,” I snorted … “Did you bring me anything else?”
He brought his face back to mine, tinged with the slightest of blush. “I hesitate to say it now.”
“What did you bring?” I asked his shaking shoulders.
He buried his head once again into my neck. “A really big zucchini…”
― Alice Clayton, Nuts