⇝ b ⇝

“He gave me lies, and I ate them from the palm of his hand.
He gave me lies, and for him, I closed my eyes”
― L.J. Shen, Sparrow

“You wanna taste me?" he murmured.
Yes, I wanted to taste him. I would pay every penny of Aunt Ella's inheritance to taste him.
"No," I lied.
He did a full grin this time, a full satisfied grin. It was hot, so hot my knees totally buckled and he took all my weight into his body.
"Liar," he whispered...”
― Kristen Ashley, Rock Chick Revenge

“Did you pay for the repairs on my Range Rover?” I asked him.
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Why not?” he answered.
I felt my hold on my temper slip.
“Luke, it’s my car.”
“Ava, you’re my woman.”
I ignored the melty feeling that gave me too.
“So?”
“So you’re my woman, I take care of you.”
“Luke – “
“This isn’t up for discussion.”
“It sure as hell is!”
“I’m thinkin’, as payback for the hickey, I want you in that pink teddy thing tonight.”
Was he for real?
“Luke!”
“Later.”
Disconnect.
Argh!”
― Kristen Ashley, Rock Chick Revenge

“Baby,” his voice gentled, “this is me seein’ to that soft spot when I say quiet-like that I... will... be... there... in ten. And what I mean is, when I get there in ten, your ass better be there.”
Oh boy.
“Are you coming on your bike?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m in a tight, short, little aquamarine dress with high heels. I can’t get on a bike.
“You’re in a tight, short dress and high heels?” Tack asked.
“Yes.”
“I’ll be in there in five.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man