Swarni

“Give me a number between one and twenty.”
Unable to see where this was going, she shrugged. “Eleven.”
“You lose. Now strip off your clothes.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wicked Cravings

“Name.” It was a demand this time, not a question...
“Fuck you.”
“Good name. I like it. Easy to remember. Mind if I call you Fuck for short?”
― Suzanne Wright, Wicked Cravings

“He’d sort of expected the silent treatment. Maybe she wasn’t pissed after all.
“Hey, baby, where are you?”
“Why the fuck do you care?”
No, she was definitely pissed.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wicked Cravings

“Wanna go to bed and play doctors?”
Chuckling, she punched his arm. “No, I don’t.”
“Sorry, that was immature. How about playing gynecologists?”
Again, she chuckled.
“I would, but lunch is calling my name loud and clear.”
“Baby, I’ll call your name as loud and clear as you want.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wicked Cravings