Always Practice Safe Hex (Stay a Spell, #4)

by Juliette Cross

That was a lie. I wanted to tie him up naked and whip him for his constant asinine behavior, and then I wanted to fuck us both silly.

“I’ve told you before that I cry when I’m happy. I was most definitely blissed out. Fucked senseless, yes, but in the best kind of way.”

Falling in love was strange and wonderful and mind-boggling. You think there’s a finite level of love you can feel for a person, but then it keeps growing every day.

“No, seriously. People use the word pussy to insult someone for being weak. But pussies are strong, man. They can take a pounding all night. They can squeeze out a baby the size of a watermelon. But you just graze a nut sac and a man is down. We should be saying, ‘Dude, you’re such a ball sac,’ when we want to call somebody out for being weak.”