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1 " He was losing the battle. He felt the last threads of control slipping from his grasp. And Rafe’s mind transitioned from denial to damage control. But that tiny shift opened the floodgates on a desire unlike any he’d ever known before. “What…what about your brother?” She laughed. “He’s not my type.” “Mia.” She glanced around the empty elevator. “Do you see my brother? I don’t see my brother. "
― Skye Jordan , Dirty Score (Rough Riders Hockey, #3)
2 " I’m certainly not going to tell him about this. And neither are you. None of us needs the useless stress that would create. Don’t even get me started on the topic of how many of my friends he fucked during visits home after I left for college. Besides, we’re grown adults, Rafe. We can fuck whoever we want to fuck. I certainly don’t tell him who to—” “Please stop saying that.” He couldn’t breathe. "
3 " He needed to push her back and walk away. He needed to pull her closer and hold on. “I want you to fuck me, Rafe.” Her voice was husky and dripping lust. “And I want you to fuck me like you mean it. Like you want it. Like you love it. I want you to fuck me like you’re hungry for it. Like you can’t get enough. I want you to fuck me so perfectly, I’ll never need you to fuck me again. I want us to fuck and forget. "
4 " I don't know how Tate or Joe will feel about me, and I can't control that.'He lifted his gaze to Mia's and cupped her face. "What I do know if that I can' face a future without you loving me. "