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1 " You ever been eaten out by a southern boy?” I had to think. There hadn’t been many, but no one from Los Angeles was from Los Angeles. “Southern England.” “Doesn’t count.” He hooked his fingers under my jeans and started peeling them off. “You’re in for a treat, sweetheart. Us southern boys eat pussy like pie. And I like pie.” Yes. Yes and yes. S’il vous plaît and thank you too. "
― C.D. Reiss , Bombshell (Hollywood A-List, #1)
2 " You’re in for a treat, sweetheart. Us southern boys eat pussy like pie. And I like pie.” Yes. "
3 " I want to fuck you right here, teacup.” “The engraved invitation’s in the mail.” I raised my leg over his waist and he tucked his hand behind my knee. “It says, ‘Your dick is cordially invited to come inside.’” He "
4 " You know what?” I stood up. I’d had enough and he hadn’t even started. “Six foster kids a few months ago doesn’t make you an expert. Not by a sight. It makes you crazier than a shithouse rat.” “Maybe, but—” “No. No but. "
5 " Menopausal women are the horniest, "
6 " If I were this kid, I’d shit myself too. “Five, "
7 " Yes. And Paula’s a bitch,” I said without preamble. “You mean Miss Mint Julep Ladygirl Fiddle-dee-dee? Yeah. Screw her. "
8 " We’re always children,” I said. “Everything we do, everything we love, hate, fear, it’s all the child in us reacting to our adult problems. No, it doesn’t make a difference if people see me in the paper. Not really. But it scares me because it made my parents mad. It scares me because I’m afraid I’ll lose someone close to me the way I lost them. When do we get to decide what matters to us? "