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1 " Sexually, I wanted him six days to Sunday. Sixty-nine days to Sunday, in fact, and I wasn’t even a sixty-nine kind of girl. Confession: I was, of course I was. I’d just never acted like it in real life. But I’d do it with Charlie. In a heartbeat. And were there other numbers? I’d do those too. "
― Melanie Harlow , Floored (Frenched, #3)
2 " Everything ok?” Charlie’s voice came from behind me.“I already said it was.”“I know, but you’re standing there holding onto that barre for dear life. I know I’m good, but I don’t think I’ve ever paralyzed a woman before. "
3 " But Brad…” My eyes widen with shock as he sheds his leather… (skirt? shorts? No, that’s not right. Tunic! Tunic is good. Manly but still Greek.) …his leather tunic. “What about Angelina?” “That unsightly hag? She’s dead to me. "
4 " It’s the strangest feeling – to love someone this way.” He slid both hands down the sides of my ribs to the small of my back. “I want to protect you. Cherish you. Worship you.” He gripped my ass hard, pulled me tight to him and spoke right in my ear. “But then I want to fuck you so hard it hurts. Take your body. Claim it. Make it mine. "
5 " I’m really happy to be out with you. I always have fun when we’re together.”“Me too.” We should fuck. "
6 " I took a shower and poured a glass. Confession: I poured the glass first and took it into the shower with me, soaping with one hand, drinking with the other. "
7 " I didn’t love him. But I could. That was the problem. "