Stud in the Stacks Quotes
Stud in the Stacks
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“I start and check out the door, and while I’d like to say my pussy perked up and cheered,”
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“She’s mine. She might not know it yet, but she’s mine.”
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― Stud in the Stacks
“You're still like a chocolate cupcake while I'm that weird lemon-white chocolate cookie people always pick last because it's weird.”
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― Stud in the Stacks
“Or Knox. As I should really call him if Judy happens to say anything to me about him.”
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― Stud in the Stacks
“Librarians Do It In The Stacks”
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― Stud in the Stacks
“I don’t have much trust in people who mock romance novels.”
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“My phone dings. Probably my mother, who has mom-radar and always knows when I’m up to no good. Undoubtedly asking how many Hail Marys she needs to say for me today. I grab my phone just to make sure it’s not a somebody died text, and almost fall off my stool.
Tarzan here. Looking for Ms. P. This her?
I close my eyes, blow out a slow breath.
One, if he’s texting me, his date with Lila Valentine probably didn’t produce a second, which makes me happier than I have any right to be.
Two, I’m not asking the guy to marry me. I’m asking him to be a hot piece of ass to make me look good.
And three, I’m suddenly worried that my bad taste in men is making an unfortunate appearance again. What man in his right mind would text back a woman who made that proposition last weekend? Am I wrong about his date with the auction winner? Did I leave something behind at the hotel, and he’s just returning it? Or does he actually have some secret fetish that’ll play out wrong in the middle of my class reunion?
"Who’s that?" Sia demands.
"Tele-texter," I lie.
I ignore the glares from my friends and type a quick reply. Yes, this is Parker.
Except my phone hates me, and it autocorrects to Trying. This is Parking.
Thanks, phone.
Y E S, I type. Damn autocorrect.
I hit send, and "Ohmygod."
"What? What?" My friends all peer around me, and I jump off my stool to keep them from seeing my screen.
Autocorrect just autocorrected to autocunnilingus.
I just told Tarzan I’m eating myself. What have I done? Does that count as sexting? I don’t know.
This is why I can’t have nice things.”
― Stud in the Stacks
Tarzan here. Looking for Ms. P. This her?
I close my eyes, blow out a slow breath.
One, if he’s texting me, his date with Lila Valentine probably didn’t produce a second, which makes me happier than I have any right to be.
Two, I’m not asking the guy to marry me. I’m asking him to be a hot piece of ass to make me look good.
And three, I’m suddenly worried that my bad taste in men is making an unfortunate appearance again. What man in his right mind would text back a woman who made that proposition last weekend? Am I wrong about his date with the auction winner? Did I leave something behind at the hotel, and he’s just returning it? Or does he actually have some secret fetish that’ll play out wrong in the middle of my class reunion?
"Who’s that?" Sia demands.
"Tele-texter," I lie.
I ignore the glares from my friends and type a quick reply. Yes, this is Parker.
Except my phone hates me, and it autocorrects to Trying. This is Parking.
Thanks, phone.
Y E S, I type. Damn autocorrect.
I hit send, and "Ohmygod."
"What? What?" My friends all peer around me, and I jump off my stool to keep them from seeing my screen.
Autocorrect just autocorrected to autocunnilingus.
I just told Tarzan I’m eating myself. What have I done? Does that count as sexting? I don’t know.
This is why I can’t have nice things.”
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“He nips at my lip with his teeth, and Jesus, Mary, and One Direction, that one little nibble is going to make me come apart at my seams. My panties are so hot they’re smoking. Like my pussy’s going to need a cigarette after this, and neither I, nor my pussy, have ever smoked a day in our lives.”
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“Kids, marriage, my job, her workaholic tendencies – it all flies out the window. I am not letting this woman go. Not anytime soon anyway.”
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