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" What’s got you smilin’ like a bitch who just had good cock?” I was interrupted by a sexy drawl.
I looked up to see Nash leaning against the door frame, arms crossed in front of him, sexy smirk plastered on his face. He was tall, all muscle and ink; he exuded a couldn’t-give-a-fuck attitude. Nash was one of the cockiest men I had ever met and the women flocked to him.
I rolled my eyes. “Can a woman not smile unless she’s had cock?” I asked.
He uncrossed his arms and pushed away from the door frame; coming towards me, “No, sweet thing, it all comes down to cock.”
“Well, I hate to tell you, Nash, but this woman hasn’t had any today, and yet I am still smiling. I think your theory is a little off.” I loved bantering back and forth with him.
He raised his eyebrows. “J’s fallin’ down on the job there sweetheart. You sure you don’t want to jump ships? I’ve got all you’ll ever need,” he grinned at me, opening his arms wide in an inviting gesture. "
― Nina Levine , Storm (Storm MC, #1)
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" You should have come and got me to deal with the assholes.”
“Nash, I can’t rely on you to take care of all the dickheads in my life.”
“I’d be fuckin’ happy to, babe.”
I laughed. “Oh, I’m sure you would love to get those fists out and deal with them all that
way.”
He grinned. “You know me too well, sweet thing.”
“There’s a lot I don’t know about you, but I do know two things; you like to get your fists
and your cock out at every chance.”
He’d just had some of his drink and he almost choked on it at my words. “Fuck, Velvet,
you’ve got a dirty mouth sometimes.”
“And is that a problem for you, King of the Dirty? "
― Nina Levine , Revive (Storm MC, #3)
