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“We’ve got a Taffany and a Davenport in the bridal party, and I’m the one with an interesting name?”
He could see Taffany’s flesh colored underwear… or bare labia. He wasn’t sure.
“I’ll contain Slutzilla here.”
“Have fun storming the castle,” Pru sang. “Feed her and water her,”
“Keep your hands off of me, or I’ll break off that hard-on you’ve been sporting all night and slap you in the face with it.”
“I’m Druscilla, and this is my paid escort, Aiden. I met the groom on Season Eight of Trust Funds and Trophy Wives.”
She slapped him across the face so hard his head snapped backwards on his neck. “You know it bothers me when you slip your sister the tongue. I don’t care how many years you spent in boarding school in Europe. That still doesn’t make it right!”
“Christ, Marge! Can you shut your mouth for one day and do something for someone else? It’s not your fucking day. You’ll probably have eight or nine wedding days by the time a husband holds a pillow over your face and puts the rest of us out of our misery. So put your damn hair up and shut your damn mouth!”
I want that smart, wicked mouth of yours wrapped around my cock as you take me to the back of your throat. I want to hear my name from that mouth when I make you come with mine. I want the challenge, the chase. I live for it. You’ll make me work for it, earn it. And I’ll worship you for it.”
“I’m not going to stop until you give me what I want. You need to understand that. I’ll push your buttons, manipulate you. Whatever it takes. I won’t fall for you. But I’ll be good to you.”
“I know I’m crushing you,” he said, “but moving is not an option right now.” “It’s fine. I’ve accomplished all I’ve set out to do sexually. Dying like this is totally acceptable,” Frankie said into the pillow. “My mom will be so proud.” “Speaking of your mother—” “Aiden, you’re still inside me. I don’t like where this is going.” He laughed softly against her neck. “Am I still invited to Sunday lunch?”
“I’m going to kiss you,” he warned her. “And then we’re going to go inside and have lunch. And then I’m going to take you home and fuck you.” The thrill rushed over her as he reached for her. “Fine, but no tongue. You know my pants fall off when you do that.”
“Welcome to the sixth circle of hell,”
Frankie: Don’t you think you should have run this by me? Aiden: And this is how that conversation would have gone. You: No. Me: Yes. You: Fuck you, Aiden. Me: Fine, but it’s going to be on this nice new king-size. You: *has several orgasms on new bed* Okay, we can keep the bed.
Frankie shoved the breadstick in Pru’s face and waved it from side to side. “Eat me. Eat meeeee…”
When you’re in a relationship, you don’t live your life to please your partner. But you sure as hell don’t figure out what they like and then run in the opposite direction to maintain some semblance of independence.”
“One of the greatest gifts to give in a relationship is something very small that costs you nothing.”
“You know what we need now?” Pru asked. “I’m hoping you’re going to say froyo, but I have a feeling it’s shoes,”
Aiden: I’ve never gotten an erection in an analyst meeting before. This is interesting.
“You’ll still do those things even though I’ve crossed the river?” “Sweetheart, did you think I’d stop giving just because you started?”
“Money is different. Money is power and control, and I want my own, not someone else’s.”
“Evil.” She made a cross with her fingers. “Stay away from me with your magic penis and pheromones.”
“Pretty sure I was before you filled me up with a gallon of your super sperm in your mother’s cigar room.”
“What if we run into your dad in the elevator?” “Then you can hit him with a tray,”
