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Who knew sucking dick could be so fun?
Don’t bullshit a bullshitter, dear.
“My mouth was all over every inch of your body last night. It was inside your body. You really want to complain about me using your toothbrush?”
The former MMA champ, the US Senator, and the mob boss. It’s like the start of a bad joke.
even though he’s eyeing me up like I just defiled his little girl. Which I did. A whole fucking lot. In many, many ways. I also want to do it again. And again.
“Keep her safe, Nixon,” Becket warns. “I’d protect her with my life, Becket.”
“Hey. I’m the one who just pushed a ten-pound, two-ounce watermelon out of my vagina, Sinclair. Kenzie just spent hours yelling at me to push.”
“You can’t strip in front of me and expect me to be able to form sentences, beautiful.”
Jesus, I’m pushing fucking thirty, and I’m bitching about my daddy issues.
If it’s worth doing—worth having— you need to earn it. Nothing is given to you.
And I swear to God, if he gives me shit, I’m either going to nut-punch him or cry.
Just pulled in. You still feel like company? Nixon Company? No. You? Always.
How about you get that perfect little ass up here and let me show you just how many girls I want in my life, Mac.
I’ve worked my ass off for everything I’ve ever gotten in my life, I can work for this—for her too. She’s worth it.
“Because you’re mine, Mac. I think you always have been. And I’ll always protect you and take care of you.”
“Straddle me, baby. I want to watch you ride me.” His hands grip my hips. “But don’t go thinking you’re fucking me, Mac. It doesn’t matter what position we’re in. Your orgasms are mine.”
Give me baby steps, and I’ll give you everything I have.”
“Catch.” Only instead of tossing the apple gently at his hands, I nail him in the nuts as hard as I can throw. “Now you need coffee and an ice pack. Sit down and shut the fuck up.”
You can be happy together, because no man or woman can make you happy. It’s not their job. You have to be happy with yourself to be happy with them.
You, who was still a sperm in your daddy’s dick when I made my first million, can’t be bothered to pick up the goddamned phone.
“You repeat a fucking word of it, and I’ll tell Dad about the time you lost his Super Bowl ring and didn’t tell him about it,”
Nixon I have a present for you. Kenzie An orgasm? Nixon I like the way you think, Hayes.
Squirrels aren’t big and masculine, baby. I mean, if you said bulls or lions, it would be a little sexier.
Don’t tease me about my brother and your orgasms.
Her whole body relaxes the minute we touch, and my ego grows every single time that happens, knowing I did that for her.
“Why don’t you just urinate on me and mark your territory, Nix?” “Baby, if I thought you’d be into it, I wouldn’t say no.”
“Because I’ve got to tell you, sixteen-year-old me, would have jizzed his pants if he knew one day Mackenzie Hayes would be his girlfriend.”
“What would sixteen-year-old Nixon have done if he knew he was about to get to touch my boobs?” “He sure as hell wouldn’t have had a clue what to do with them.”
Not her last name . . . yeah. We can change that.
Mine. Fuck the rest of the world. Fuck what they think or expect. This is it. This is what I want. Her. This team. This town. This family. But it all starts and stops with her, and it’s about time she hears it.
In a world full of twat waffles, be French toast.
“Don’t say no, Mac. Say not yet if you need to. I’ll wait forever for you. But it’s you and me, Mac, and I need you to know that. I don’t care if you marry me today, tomorrow, or next year. But you’re going to marry me because you’re mine and I’m yours. I will never be anything but yours.”
“Promise you’ll catch me when I fall.” “I’m going to be carrying you the whole way, Mac.”
“You gonna be Dr. Sinclair, baby?” “Nope. I worked my ass off to be Dr. Hayes, Nix. I’m not giving that up.
Note to self—showering together does not save time. That’s a myth.
I might like bossy in the bedroom, but everywhere else, I’m strong enough to handle myself.”
“An apology should never contain the word but
“Try not to die. I’d be a terrible prison wife.”
And if you’re going to fight him, do not fuck up my hydrangeas. They look pretty.”
“Are you really going to sit there, in my fucking rocking chair, on my fucking land, at my fucking house, and blow smoke up my ass?”
“Princess . . . Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not nice to eavesdrop?”
We’re not so different, you know. I’m a protective bastard too.
You just see someone who what—took my sister away? That’s fucking sick, she’s not mine that way. She’s his. She’ll always be my sister, but she’s his fucking world.”
Just because I trusted my sister to live her own life and make her own decisions doesn’t mean I’m any less protective than you are.
“Fuck you, man. I asked her to marry me last night. She’s going to be my wife, and you can either get on board or get the fuck off the train. But I’m going to marry her. I’m going to love her and protect her. And there’s not a goddamn thing you can do to stop me.”
Forgiving you has nothing to do with being mad at you. I forgive you. But I’m still furious. And when I’m mad, I shut down.
Forgiving is easy. Forgetting is hard. Admitting you may have overreacted is fucking torture.
“Maybe give me a little bit more of a transition between hot make-up sex with my fiancé and asking me about my brother,”
I’m a grown woman. You think that dumbass would have a little faith in my decision-making skills.”
He hasn’t let go of me all night. My strength when I had none left.
