In the Arms of the Elite (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep, #4)
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Now, try this dress on and let's see if we can get five guys to get boners all at once.”
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“Because I use sex like a weapon. I won't wield it against you.” He
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“That’s my girlfriend’s other boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend,” Zayd says, and his friends look at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “Yeah, I forgot to mention that I’m like, poly or something now.”
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“For putting them to shame. Let me show you how a rock star fucks.”
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But hey, consent is sexy, and I consent all the fucking way for you to grab my ass.”
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“Bloody hell,” he murmurs, staying right where he is, still sheathed inside of me. We’re both having trouble breathing, I think. “Bloody fucking cocksucking hell.”
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Mm. Football player, rich boy, baking Christmas cookies in my house at midnight on Christmas Eve-Eve,
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“I knew I should’ve made her my girlfriend and kicked all the rest of you into the depths of hell. I knew it. You’re monsters, you’re all monsters.”
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“Here. Borrow some pajamas, and get comfortable. I have a feeling our girlfriend isn’t letting any of us out that door tonight.” “Damn straight,” I
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“So when I decided that I was in love with you, and that you were mine, I chiseled that decision on my heart in stone.” He steps forward and puts his fingers under my chin, lifting my face up to meet his. “You’re mine, Marnye, and I’m not letting go. Not even if I have to share your heart. The way you love, it’s infinite. That’s more than enough for me.”