King Me (Forever Wilde, #7)

by Lucy Lennox

She hadn’t been yelling at me out of anger, she’d been yelling at me out of fear. Out of love. That experience had borne my brother West’s favorite line. “She’s not a bitch, she’s a mom.”

Ziv shook his head. “Are you ever not flirting? I swear you could seduce a gravy boat.” “Have you ever seen the curves on one of those things?” I asked seductively. “And they live to serve. They’ll give you what you want. All you have to do is bend them over.”

“Is liking someone a requirement for having sex with them? Asking for a friend.”