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1 " Story blew out a shaky breath toward the ceiling. “Dude.”Beside her, Daniel’s body shook with silent laughter. “Did you really just say that?”She rolled over to face him, a catlike yawn stretching her face. “In California, the word dude has over a thousand different meanings. Dude, Duuuuuude, Dude! It all depends on your tone. "
― Tessa Bailey , Officer off Limits (Line of Duty, #3)
2 " Uh-oh.” Brent reached into the console and picked up his two-way radio, pretending to turn it on, then holding it up to his mouth. “This is car two-two-nine requesting backup. We’ve got an officer down. I repeat, officer down. Dispatch, please alert medical personnel that officer is whipped.”“Please remind me why we’re friends.”“Aw, you love me, you dick. "
3 " Fuck yeah. Bite me, gorgeous. Mark up my whole body. I want everyone to know who I belong to. Who I get hard for. Just you, Story. Just you. "
4 " I'm taking you to lunch, sunshine.""Like hell you are, trail mix.""My name is Daniel. "
5 " Tell me. In your mind, what are we doing in that bed? Are we fucking nice and slow or are you making me sweat for it?""I'm...you're...""Am I under you, watching your breasts bounce as you buck those hips? Or am I on top of you the first time? I could force those thighs wide and bury myself deep in between them." He leaned forward to lick the curve of her ear. "Maybe I'm behind you. Ah, fuck, I could get in so deep that way, gorgeous. Tell me what you want. I'll make it happen. "
6 " Hey, sunshine.""Daniel.:Good Lord, baby, Say my name again. I need you to say it in your sleep. When you touch yourself. To no one in particular. Just say it, say it, say it. "
7 " Somehow she’d ended up in bed with the man mothers warn their daughters to stay away from. The kind of man fathers go after with a shotgun, their sobbing daughters trailing behind them in a wedding dress. She should have stayed away, because now that she knew what all the fuss was about, she would never be satisfied with anything less. He’d blindsided her, ruined her, and addicted her in one single evening. "
8 " More than likely, his skill had been perfected with hundreds of women. And she'd just inflated his ego even more by acting out her own amateur version of Gone in Sixty Seconds against his leg "
9 " Simply being in a relationship didn't necessarily equate to happiness. "
10 " Daniel had one more question. He hated asking it, but her answer would be exceedingly important to him. The knot in his throat had returned, but he tried to speak around it. “Do you pity me, Story?” For the second time that night, she surprised him. “No. I pity the sixteen-year-old boy. Of course I do. How could I not?” Story rose from the windowsill and placed her hands on his chest. She waited until he met her eyes to continue. “But I don’t pity the man. The man took a tragedy and used it to give himself purpose. The man is magnificent. "
11 " Belong to me, Story. Even if it’s just for a little while. "
12 " Baby, you’re going to want to lie back for this. "
13 " There's something to be said for small victories when they're made out of chocolate. "
14 " Eyes landing on the flowers, she pursed her lips in confusion. “Okay, a puzzle. I like puzzles. You bought me flowers, but you’re clearly angry with me. Were they that expensive?” “I didn’t buy them.” Daniel took little comfort in her look of surprise. He couldn’t think past the foreign emotions burning through his gut. “They’re from him.” “Him…who?” Recognition dawned in her eyes. “Fisher? Why would he send me flowers?” She shook her head. “Roses, at that. He always bought me sunflowers. "
15 " What are you talking about? You don’t know anything about me.” Her back came up against the door. Bracing his hands above her head, he leaned down and spoke harshly against her ear. “Don’t I, gorgeous? I know you like a lot of tongue when you kiss. I know you hold your breath just before you come. I know your beautiful ass fits into my hands perfectly. I can still feel it there. "
16 " New Yorkers hustled past in every direction, somehow managing not to run smack into one another. A dozen scents hit her at once. Car exhaust, meat being grilled by a sidewalk vendor, and was that...a slight hint of urine? "
17 " Oh no. You wanted to be turned around and fucked like a bad girl. Now you’ll say the bad words that go along with it. Tell me what you want.” “Fuck me deep,” she cried. "
18 " If you keep working that hot little tongue against mine, I’ll have no choice but to fuck you. "
19 " Who am I kidding? When I finally get inside you, I’m going to fuck you until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name. "
20 " Are you still wearing those flimsy white panties?”“Yes,” Story breathed. “Good. I need you to reach inside and pet your clit for me. Gently, like I do it. "