Stroked Long (Stroked, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

“Whew, that’s good. You don’t approve of drugs.” “Does anyone approve of drugs?” Casually she answers, “Druggies.” How can anyone argue with that?

There is a huge difference. Betty Crocker, that magnificent bitch, put the sprinkle chips inside the icing while Pillsbury, the lazy asshole, separates the sprinkles for you to put on yourself, giving you absolutely no wonderment if you’re going to be delighted with a little sprinkle chip or not.”

“Your sass is on point today.”

Ruby: I made a shirt with your face on it. I know how much you like to be pressed up against my boobs. Bodi: That is very true.

I capture his face and look him in the eyes. “Bodi, when will you understand? It’s you. Just you. It’s what is in your heart that impresses me. Even if you lost, I would still be head-over-heels infatuated with you. Your heart is what has won me over, nothing else.”