Sleet Sugar Quotes

“I’m feeling possessive, protective, and guilty. Possessive of her. Protective of her feelings. Guilty about how we met.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Snatching it off the counter, Zach looks at the screen. “Has this been on the whole time? Did we just have sex to the Backstreet Boys?” “ 'Fraid so,” I laugh, taking my phone back and pausing the music.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Zach: Sugar. Sweets. My Sex Goddess. You can run, but you can’t hide.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“This book is dedicated to everyone who’s ever felt self-conscious. You’re perfect just how you are. And if anyone tries to tell you otherwise, kick their dumbass out of your life.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“I step forward until we’re nearly touching, and Izzy has to tilt her head back to look up into my eyes. “That little fucking man-boy is not putting his tiny hands on you. Ever. Again.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“If Coach can trust me. And if I can trust myself. Then maybe I can convince Isabelle to trust me too.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Yeah, I know enough about them," he says. “Isabelle didn’t tell me anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. But I do my research. And all I can say is Fuck Them. We’re your family now. What happens between you and Isabelle is between you and Isabelle. But you’ll always be a part of the Sleet family, son. Nothing will change that.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Come on, son.” Those words. My fragile shell starts to spider web. There’s nothing he could have said to affect me more. How long have I waited to hear that phrase spoken to me? When he puts an arm around my shoulder, leading me towards the door, my vision blurs. I don’t know the last time I cried. But I’m about to. As a 30-year-old professional athlete, the last thing I want to do in front of my hockey coach is fucking cry.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“I’m glad you find my predicament so funny. But I bet if I slid my hand up that little dress of yours, I’d find your pretty pink pussy dripping wet. I bet your panties are soaked and your clit is swollen and ready for me. How long would it take, do you think, once I got my lips wrapped around that bundle of nerves, before you came on my face.” Holy. Freaking. Shit.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Sugar, You looked so fucking perfect wearing my number tonight. Too damn bad Coach had to stop my plans before they even started. I do appreciate you coming back to congratulate me on my win. *wink* I know that was meant for me. Sweet dreams, Sweets.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“I’m sure you have. But you’re mine now, and I’ll worry as much as I want to.” He kisses me on the nose before swatting my ass. “Now get inside.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Sugar, you best stop looking at me like that. You’ve had a few drinks tonight, and I know you aren’t drunk, but I want you to be 100% clear headed when you agree to this. I’ve waited this long. Another couple of nights won’t kill me.” “I won’t change my mind. I want this, too. But I can agree to your terms.” “Good. Now let me walk you to your door before my willpower runs out.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Sugar, I haven’t even looked at another woman since the first night I laid eyes on you. The hours between that night, when you snuck out of my room, and that morning you threw your folders at me in your dad’s office, were the longest of my life. I knew I wasn’t done with you, but I had no idea how to find you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t reappeared in my life. Luckily, I don’t have to find out. Because here you are.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Hearing Izzy say cock has short circuited my brain. I just stare at her.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“You went younger last time. I see you’re trying your hand at older tonight. But you’re wrong to keep trying. You don’t need to keep searching for your perfect man.” There’s no hint of teasing in his voice or his eyes.  I keep my tone just as serious. “I know.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Date cancelled my ass. No one would cancel on Zach. I’d bet my secret gummy bear stash he was planning to come alone.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“His profile is breathtaking. He looks like a warrior. Like a gladiator, only in hockey gear instead of heavy metal armor. Hmmm, I bet he’d look sexy as sin in a suit of armor though. Is that a thing I can buy? Because if it is it’s totally going on my Amazon wishlist.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“You did that, whatever that is, because Zach is sexy as hell. And because he’s a decent guy who’s crazy about you.” My phone buzzes with a text. Zach: Sugar. Sweets. My Sex Goddess. You can run, but you can’t hide.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“That little fucking man-boy is not putting his tiny hands on you. Ever. Again.” My voice is low and serious. I don’t mean to be so intense, but I can’t help it.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Finished with my shoes, I sit up and see that Zander has been watching me. I’m sure bending over, in combination with my wardrobe choice, gave him quite the view. I’m not mad. For all my insecurities, I can admit I have some pretty great tits.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“I know you’re not talking to me right now. You made that perfectly clear. About a thousand times," he smirks, referring to the rant I half-shouted at him after the last “attraction”. I narrow my eyes. “But please, accept my offering. I openly admit that it will take more than one cup of sweetness to make up for the trauma I’ve put you through tonight. I’m the worst. You’re the best. I’m a troll. You’re a goddess. I’m dumb. You’re brilliant. I’m salt. You’re sweet, sweet Sugar.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“How do you make a regular outhouse worse? You put the creepy-ass costume people in and around them. That’s how. The door handles have the little red/green things to let you know if they’re in use, and I watched a girl walk right up to an unoccupied outhouse, pull the door open, only to have Mr. Nightmare jump out. Hell to the Fucking No.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Nope, nope, nope. This place gets all the Nopes.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Emma lets out a low whistle. “Hot diggity damn. That is one fine-ass slice of man-cake. If I weren’t happily married, I’d drag his extra-large self into that walk-in pantry and give him a taste of my frosting.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“And here I thought I was coming to save you from this group of Neanderthals. I should’ve known my Sugar could handle herself.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Good morning.” I fidget.  Crap. How do I do this? Shake his hand? Give him a hug? Lick his face?  Going with the “do as I would for any other client” mantra, I stick my hand out.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Me: I’m requesting an emergency meeting tonight. I need to get drunk. Meghan: Well smack my ass and call me Skippy. I’m down. Katelyn: Me too! Steph: FuckBalls, I can’t. Stupid work function tonight. I don’t need to learn how to fucking bond with my coworkers. I see these twatwaffles every day.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“But me… Every time I see him, or hear him, or touch him... my brain has a little sex aneurysm and goes offline. Maybe it’s a brain orgasm. A braingasm.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Don’t worry, Baby.” His smirk tells me that he’s using that endearment just to rile me up. “I have no intention of telling my coach just how fucking tasty and dirty his pretty daughter is. I know full well that that wouldn’t be good for my health.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar

“Also, being stuck in a car with my dad and the man I had sex with this weekend, yeah - no. Hard pass.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Sugar