Tease Quotes

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Cassandra Clare
“Is this Clarissa Fray?" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded familiar, though not immediately identifiable.
Clary twirled the phone cord nervously around her finger. "Yeees?"
"Hi, I'm one of the knife-carrying hooligans you met last night in Pandemonium? I"m afraid I made a bad impression and was hoping you'd give me a chance to make it up to-"
"SIMON!" Clary held the phone away from her ear as he cracked up laughing. "That is so not funny!"
"Sure it is. You just don't see the humor."
"Jerk." Clary sighed, leaning up against the wall.”
Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

Tessa Dare
“Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.”
Tessa Dare, A Lady of Persuasion

Tupac Shakur
“Hate to sound sleazy,
but tease me,
I don't want it if it's that easy”
Tupac Shakur

Wendy Mass
“When people see you're happy doing what you're doing, it sort of takes the power away from them to tease you about it.”
Wendy Mass, Every Soul a Star

Lois Lowry
“Teasing's part of the fun that comes before kissing”
Lois Lowry, Messenger

Larissa Ione
“Sin Fever," Wraith chimed in with a little too much enjoyment.
Sin Fever? They'd named the fucking disease after her? Bastards.”
Larissa Ione, Sin Undone

Erin McCarthy
“Me? I'm being ridiculous? You're the one flirting for your thesis. What the hell kind of degree is that anyway? A doctorate of dick tease?”
Erin McCarthy, Hard and Fast

Tessa Dare
“What on earth are you wearing? Did you take orders in a convent since we spoke last? Little Sisters of the Drab and Homely.”
Tessa Dare, A Week to Be Wicked

Amanda Maciel
“You're weird,' he says.
Despite everythin, I smile. 'You're always saying that, but in fact, you're weird,' I say.
'Yeah, I know. Remember? That's how I can tell you're weird, too.”
Amanda Maciel, Tease

Taylor Jenkins Reid
“And here’s why it worked: man or woman, gay, straight, bisexual, you name it, we all just want to be teased.”
Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

Karen Chance
“I leaned back in my chair, stretching luxuriantly, delibrately letting my jacket fall open. Predictably, his eyes moved down my body-some things outlast even the change. I grinned and he looked away, a rueful smile twitching at his lips. I finished breakfast in peace.”
Karen Chance, Midnight's Daughter
tags: tease

Kathryn Stockett
“He let out a long sorry sigh and I love that look on his face, that disappointment. I understand now why girls resist,just for that sweet look of regret....”
Kathryn Stockett, The Help
tags: tease

Vera Nazarian
“Dangling a carrot in front of a donkey—or anyone else for that matter—is not nice, and not fair, unless you eventually plan to give it up to them.”
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Rika
“I find few more satisfying exhibitions of power and control than deliberately creating desire - only to capriciously deny it...”
Rika, The Joy of Denial

“Don't follow your dreams, lead them”
Javier Rodriguez

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“He who makes fun of a short and fat man’s weight is much less cruel than he who makes fun of his height.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Jennifer L. Armentrout
“You’re breaking my heart.”
At the sound of Rider’s voice, I wheeled around, clutching my bag to my side. First thing I noticed was the faded Ravens emblem stretched over his broad chest, and then I forced my eyes up. The slight scruff along his jaw was gone. Nothing but smooth skin today.
No notebook. Hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, a familiar, crooked grin pulled at Rider’s lips, causing the dimple in his right cheek to pop. He stepped forward, and my heart did a backflip as he dipped his chin. I felt his warm breath on the side of my cheek as he spoke.
“You didn’t respond to my text last night,” he said, and there was a light, teasing tone I didn’t remember from before. “I thought maybe you didn’t realize it was me, but that would mean someone else would be texting you good-night and calling you Mouse. I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“People with victim mentality attracts people in their lives that tease them, abuse them and even bully them instead of building mutually benefitting relationships”
Sunday Adelaja

Ella Frank
“Can you sharpen this for me, please?”

Logan leaned across the table and took the pencil from him. “You want me to play with your pencil, Tate?”

“Hilarious. The sharpener is right by you. You just have to pick it up and slide it in.”

As soon as the words left his mouth and Logan’s quirked into an arrogant line, Tate bit his tongue.

“Really? Did you really just say that to me?”

Feeling more comfortable than ever with Logan and this group, Tate shrugged and nodded. Time to give it to Logan as good as he gives.

“Yeah. Is there a problem? You just line it up...and slide it in.”

“You know, Tate—”

“Don't do it.” Tate cut him off as he moved his foot, the one he’d had sitting between Logan’s feet all night, so his shin bumped Logan’s calf.

“Do what?”

“Say something dirty. I know you're dying to, but just sharpen the pencil.”

Logan picked up the sharpener and made a big show of inserting the tip in the hole.

“Jesus,” Shelly muttered from beside Logan. “I thought Rachel and Cole were bad.”
Ella Frank, Take

Virginia Alison
“We both knew what was for dinner as snake like, your tongue slithered up my leg to the inside of my thigh, flicking, tasting, teasing its prey...”
Virginia Alison

Lisa Kleypas
“What are you smiling at?"
"You." He surveyed her with a look of masculine interest that was rapidly becoming familiar. The lazy smile remained on his lips. "I'll wager that everyone who knows you considers you to be soft, sweet, and accommodating. But you're not."
"What am I, then?"
Hunter's hand slid behind her neck, and he urged her forward until their lips were almost touching. Lara felt the warm touch of his breath, and her stomach turned over in excitement. "You're a lioness," he said, and released her without kissing her... leaving her to grapple with an absurd sense of disappointment.”
Lisa Kleypas, Stranger in My Arms

Anna Gavalda
“Hey."
"What?"
"Earlier on, you didn't kiss me."
"Here you go," she said, giving him a little peck on the forehead.
"That's it? I thought in 2004 you were going to go wild."
"Have you ever kept a single one of your resolutions?"
"No."
"Me neither.”
Anna Gavalda, Hunting and Gathering

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“For someone’s ugliness or the congenital abnormality of their body or body part, if we cannot help but laugh, we ought to laugh, not at them, but at Mother Nature.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Simone Elkeles
“When I spot Alex leaning on his motorcycle waiting for me in the parking lot, my pulse skips a beat.
Oh, boy. I'm in trouble.
Gone is his ever-present bandanna. Alex's thick black hair rests on his forehead, daring to be swept back. Black pants and a black silk shirt have replaced his jeans and T-shirt. He looks like a young Mexican daredevil. I can't help but smile as I park next to him.
"Querida, you look like you've got a secret."
I do, I think as I step out of my car. You.
"Dios mio. You look ... preciosa."
I turn in a circle. "Is this dress okay?"
"Come here," he says, pulling me against him. "I don't want to go to the wedding anymore. I'd rather have you all to myself."
"No way," I say, running a slow finger along the side of his jaw.
"You're a tease.”
Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

Simone Elkeles
“What I can't figure out is if you know you're a tease and are fuckin' with me or whether you really are innocent."
"I'm not a tease."
I cock an eyebrow, then look down at my upper thigh where she's parked her hand. She snatches it away. "Okay, I didn't mean to put my hand there. Well, I mean, not really. It just kinda . . . wh . . . what I mean to say is--"
"I like it when you stutter," I say as I pull her down next to me and show her my own version of a Swedish massage until we're interrupted by Sierra and Doug.”
Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

“People having a victim complex invite someone to tease them into their lives though they could have mutually beneficial relationships”
Sunday Adelaja

Jessica Tom
“I couldn't help staring at him, slurping up every atom and utterance and whistle in his voice. He'd become more relaxed in the kitchen, relaxed yet assertive. He bit his thumb in thought and the contrast between his big, strong hands and this adorable, boyish habit made me woozy.
"Well... what are we doing with this dish?"
"Let me think," I said, letting my exhalations calm me down yet again. "I think the dish needs something more to ground it. Something earthy."
"That's the lovage," he said, now looking in the fridge, his jean-clad butt poking out.
"No, the lovage is the wild card," I said, as steadily as I could, even though I was intensely distracted and slightly astonished that a man's butt excited me so much.
"That flavor remains suspended in your mouth," I continued. "You need something that goes deeper." As I said it, he slowly approached me. I lifted my hand to make way for him but he caught it in midair.
"I need something?" he asked, tightening his grip with a little smile and a little threat. He walked one inch closer and that inch set my heart fluttering again, the air between us compressed and tickling.
"Yes. Um, I mean..."
Still holding my hand, he grabbed a bowl of toasted almonds. "Like this?" He dropped one in my mouth with his free hand, his fingers barely touching my lips.
I didn't feel like eating it. I felt like either running back to my apartment and hiding under the covers, or maybe just pretending I was someone else and kissing him right then and there.
But I ate the almond and resigned myself to imagining his lips on mine. His hand was still around my wrist... his finger on my lips...
"Or, maybe this." He gripped me tighter and, with his other hand, picked up a frond of dehydrated kale, as big and light as a feather. He touched the end of my lips, but when I opened my mouth, he pulled it away. "Careful," he said. "It crumbles." He placed it on my lips once more and I took a bite, little flakes of kale falling like green fairy dust.”
Jessica Tom, Food Whore: A Novel of Dining and Deceit

Jessica Tom
“And before I knew it, the tip of his finger was against the side of my mouth, the mousse cooling my skin. I turned my head to get a full taste, but he moved his finger away so I only got a tiny wisp of the mousse, not enough to know it.
"Hey, come on," I said. "Let me taste it."
He took another step forward, and I took the tiniest of steps back, pressing us both against the wall, Helen's write-up just over my left shoulder. "Oh? You think this is what's missing?"
I chased his finger with my lips. He had only grabbed one of my hands, so I could have brought his hand to my mouth, but I stayed there, transfixed, like a bug pinned down for inspection. Finally, the flat of my tongue and the tip of his finger met. He gently pushed it inside my mouth, and I tasted the yogurt at last. It was surprising in every way- airy yet hearty, sunny yet earthy. The final piece. He kept his finger in my mouth even after I finished tasting it, my tongue against the ridges on the underside of his finger, coarse from cooking, I suppose, but more likely from being a man. Pascal was a man.
He pulled his finger out and my lips made a suctioned pop sound.
Maybe Pascal was the oxygen. Maybe he was what I should have been breathing.”
Jessica Tom, Food Whore: A Novel of Dining and Deceit

“Teasing a person is to hide your weakness and betraying a person is to hide his strength”
P.S. Jagadeesh Kumar

“There is always a big difference ‘Going to past for solution and going to past for teasing.”
Nutan Bajracharya

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