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" What was that?” he asked. He didn’t stop thrusting. He went right on rocking over every tender, pulsating inch of me.
“An orgasm,” I said into the blankets. “Surely you’ve encountered more than your own, commando.”
“If that was an orgasm, it was a pathetic one,” he said, his arm snaking around my waist and hiking me up.
I looked over my shoulder at Will, horrified. “Did you just insult my orgasm?”
“Yes,” he said, nodding. “Now get your little ass over here. You can do better.”
Of course this asshole wasn’t finished. “And what are you getting out of this?”
He bent me over the edge of the bed, my feet not even touching the ground as he moved in me. “If you have to ask,” he grunted, “you’ve been doing it wrong. "
― Kate Canterbary , The Cornerstone (The Walshes, #4)
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" I don’t care about Jackson, I said.
“You know what’s awesome?” she murmured. “How you’re so bad at lying. Say that again – about how you don’t care for him. maybe this time you’ll be able to look at me while you do it. Oh, and also? Try to say it as if you believe it, too, and you’re not asking me a damn question.”
I shot a sharp glance across the table. “Okay, fine,” I said. “I care about Jackson. He’s my neighbour and I see him around town but--”
“Oh my fucking god,” Brooke said, groaning. She pushed her sunnies to the top of her head and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I love you but I also want to slap you. Really hard. Not some quick tap but a full slap, the kind that leaves a handprint on your face and knocks this bullshit out of your head.”
“I’d slap you back,” I muttered.
“I’d fucking hope so,” she replied. "
― Kate Canterbary , Hard Pressed (Talbott's Cove, #2)