Avery Flynn Quotes

When it's the two of us and that pussy of yours is soft, swollen, and wet, I'll be the one in control. I'll have you wherever and whenever I want - in my bed, on my desk, on the floor right now if I want to. I'm going to own that sexy body of yours so thoroughly that you're going to beg for my cock, because it's going to be the only thing in the world that you want. And once I'm buried balls deep in you and you are filled with me, I'm going to make you come apart in the best way possible. Do you understand?

I'm not an easy man, not even for forty-eight hours."Keeping her gaze locked on his face, she stroked the hard outline of his dick with the tip of her fingernail. "Good thing I like things hard.

Don't worry, I'll figure out a way to make you pay me back." His stomach growled as he turned onto Main Street. "But first, dinner and then some pie."t"I don't know what Ruby Sue puts in it, but it's addictive." She giggled. "I think you need to investigate."t"If by 'investigate', you mean eat it, then I'm all for it.

This was going to be like hunting black cats at midnight on a moonless night.

I'm trying to picture you growing up with sisters."t"I can do a double French braid in less than three minutes and I've bought more tampons than a thirty-one-year-old man should ever admit to.

The elevator doors had barely shut before Olivia's fingers were at the buckle of the belt cinching the waist of her trench dress. Drunk on his nearness, she ignored the security camera in the ceiling. It didn't mean a damn thing. Hell, who was she kidding? She was the wild Sweet triplet, the one voted most likely to do anything, and all she wanted to do right now was Mateo.

West Virginia had the Hatfield and the McCoys. Shakespeare had the Capulets and the Montagues. Salvation had the Martins and the Sweets.

You are nothing but trouble."tIf he'd meant to censure her, then he had the wrong girl. Trouble wasn't a dirty word when you were a Sweet.

Time for a showdown with her mutinous brewmaster. She'd tried nice. She'd tried all business. She'd tried cajoling. Now, it was time to try bitch with big brass balls.

Tits and ass and class - that's how you land a man with money, Tamara Anne. You've got two and can fake the last one.

I'll be damned. Miranda Sweet, is it you or is my glaucoma acting up again?" Ruby Sue sat her glass down on the Formica countertop with a clank. "You always did know how to make an entrance. Who do you think you are, the Queen of England?

In her career, she'd closed multi-million dollar deals without a hint of nerves. Now she needed a jumbo-sized bottle of antacids just to get out of her car. Or a double shot of whiskey. God, she was losing it.

Being this close to him was like sitting under a hotness heat lamp. In the desert. At high noon.

She'd taken his heart and his virginity and left him more bitter than sweet.

And suddenly, her day turned into the kind that explained why God invented chocolate, comfy pants, and booze.

He'd started falling for her the moment she walked into Devil's Dip Gym. She'd KO'd him and there was no going back.