"“Rookie, come!” Ari called. “Save the foreplay for Blake, Lancaster. I don’t know if Rookie can handle it. Coming on command is next level stuff,” drawled Lincoln. I snorted.”
"Fuck you, Lancaster.” I winked at him. “Sorry, not without dinner first. Your tiny dick would be so forgettable, I’d have to at least get a steak out of it.”
"Other people might call that scary stalker behavior.I call it true love."
"Boys , are you here in this? Golden Boys got it bad for Frank," he tossed out and skated circles around me. "Frank?" Bender ass lifting an eyebrow. "He's only into older men now. You might have a chance, buddy," Ari called out to him.
"I’m the only asshole on this plane fluent in Greek.” I threw him and his bullshit a look. “You speak Italian.” “I speak dead motherfuckers. That’s Greek enough.” Echo "Let’s go.” Whiskey got out of his seat and stepped behind Echo. “I’m coming, too.” Jesus Fucking Christ. “This isn’t a goddamn party.” Echo smirked. “Could be.”
“This is what happens when I’m left to my own devices. The lipstick gets mixed in with the lube.”
“my suitcases. Yes, I had two. I was high maintenance and high maintenance women didn’t go anywhere without at least two suitcases.”
“Excellent. My name is Lieutenant Meyer. I’ll be your rescuer today. This rescue of your person is brought to you by the United States Navy and SEAL Team 8. We hope you have a nice rescue, and please feel free to fill out the questionnaire at the end of the trip. Tips are welcome.” Lieutenant Meyer had a strong sense of snark.”
"I can talk to Taggart. His club is private right now, but I think if I offer him free legal services, maybe he’ll let us in. We all know that’s one man who is going to need a damn lawyer.”
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