Manhattan Bet Quotes

“I’ve wanted to touch you all week.” I confessed. “Wanted to hold you all week. Wanted to climb into your big bed and hold you so you weren’t alone.” He was beautiful with his slow blinking eyes on me as he leaned into my hand.

“God. Just put your fucking hands on me, Hennessy. I can’t stand being this far away from you any longer.”

Collectively we sighed and wrapped our arms around each other. It was like coming home and finding my spot in his heart. “I’m going to keep you, Mack.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“His kiss was immediate, ruthless, frantic, greedy.
Our lips pressed against each other’s, shaping, nipping, lapping.
His lips didn’t ask for permission for me to open, he demanded, and I gave, using both hands to shape the sides of his head in case he had the crazy idea of stopping.
The kiss was messy, wet and ravenous.
About the best kiss I’d ever had, making me feel like I’d only ever want his mouth and taste again for the rest of my life.
His tongue drove me fucking crazy in a smooth, slick glide over mine until the only emotion I could feel thumping through my toffee-like veins was starved hunger.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“That fucker friend zoned me.
Well tough shit. He wasn’t my friend.
I wanted something altogether more intimate from Tom.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“Believe me when I say being the cheese in a double date sandwich was no fun for me. At all.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“My only excuse being I’d been a gigantic dickhead with a chip on my ego. And now I was trying to be less of a dickhead. It was a work in progress, but Rome wasn’t built in a day and I might look damn good in clothes, but my personality needed a major overhaul.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“I bet I can make you happy for the rest of our lives.”

“Bet accepted, Cohen.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“Fuck it. I wasn’t a chick who needed to wait around to hear from a guy. I had equal dick rights in this thing too.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“For an early morning I had so much fucking pep in my step.
Lust was a great motivator.
I was spending time with Tom Cohen.
A Tsunami could sweep through the city and I’d still think I was having a great week.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“Are you sure you’re only twenty?”

“Technically I’m still nineteen for a few weeks yet.” I saw that news made him frown and I stuck my tongue in the side of my cheek.

Our age difference didn’t bother me a bit.

“Christ, you’re a baby.”

“Only against you, old man. But I’m sure you’ll keep up when we go skateboarding and climbing trees.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“Look, I’m gonna be upfront with you, kid. I’m not looking for a fast screw or casual hook-ups. I’m tired of that scene.”

“Because blinding orgasms are so fucking bothersome,”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“Flames lit my belly up with enough excitement I nearly crawled across the table to see how good his mouth tasted.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“We’re not a pack of wolves, you ass-monkey. I don’t know every queer in the city.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“Tom Cohen.
Man.
God.
Object of my sexual fantasies.
Totally out of my league.
He was world famous and wanted by every queer and housewife.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“At least when Mr. Palmer and his five brothers took me out for a dance I didn’t have to bother kicking them out of bed afterward.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“This man of mine is completely fuckable.
Completely loveable and perfect for me.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet

“I adore you. Every moody inch of you, I love. Keep me. Let me keep you, Cohen. Forever.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Bet