Andrea Smith Quotes

You heard her baby - she thinks Preston needs a brother or sister. Besides, it's been like four days.

It had only been a figure of speech when I had told Trey earlier that I had planned on partying until I puked. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I wasn't sure that I was done tossing just yet.
"What the hell!"
I heard Caroline's shrill, drunken voice from the ground on the other side of the bushes.
"Oh shit! Landon I think someone just puked on me!

Umm," he moaned, as he started his rhythmic movements underneath me; raising me up and down with his hands at the speed and tempo he wanted. I leaned forward a bit so that my breasts were brushing against his chest; my hands gripped his shoulders as the heat of our lovemaking increased. He raised me up and down; up and down; my hips gyrated in a circular motion making sure the head of his beautiful cock was hitting my magic spot over and over again. My whimpers of pleasure were getting louder; his breathing was coming faster…

Jesus Christ, Easton! Are we fucking back in the middle ages?"
"If we were, I assure you I wouldn't have left him breathing.

Oh Christ! Yet another reason I didn't do relationships; women and their infinite need to talk when silence would do just as well.

So are we good then?" I raised my face up to his and we kissed.
"Maybe," I said, starting to feel better.
"Only maybe?" He cocked an eyebrow at me, his eyes full of amusement. "How can I change that 'maybe' into a 'definitely'?

I personally guarantee you that you will carry all of the children that I can possibly give you. You were born to be a mother amongst other things.

I had just finished cleaning up after breakfast when my cell phone rang.
The caller identification came across as 'G-Man'?
"Hello?"
"Hey baby," the soft, sexy voice said.
"Slate?"
"Who the fuck else would be calling you that?"
"Did you program your number into my cell phone?"
"Uhh, yeah - is that a problem?

You mean I'm not a cougar?"

He laughed his beautiful, sexy laugh and pulled me to him, kissing my face.

"Technically, I think you're a puma.

It was new territory for me sexually, and for Taz, it was undeniably new territory for him emotionally.

Oh, so now I'm actually being anatomically compared with a three-month-old?

I was contemplating dropping out [pole dancing lessons]; I could barely move a muscle. It had certainly burst my 'I'm in great shape' bubble.

What the hell, Tylar, of course I know you.

What's his name?" he rasped, trying to hold his orgasm in check until he knew. "What's his fucking name?

You left the door unlocked," he answered casually, as if it was still perfectly acceptable to come into someone's home if they were negligent in locking the door.

Tylar," I interrupted her as she was now going on about how she hated when Amber would pick Preston up and hold her. "Does Trey have any birthmarks on his ass?

Trey," I said, leaning against him, "I think we finally have all of the whack-jobs out of our lives."
"I sure hope so, baby," he replied, kissing my neck.

I'm not looking to get hurt, Taz. I'm just looking to get thoroughly fucked.

I would've told him to spend some time with 'Rosy Palm' and her five ugly sisters in the privacy of his shower!

Right to here," I said, holding the can up to show her his length. Her eyes widened.
"Shut up!" she said, "you're lying, girl!

…Taz. I'm cuddly not clingy, in case you haven't noticed.

She doesn't know what she saw, Tylar. You heard her; she thought we were playing horsey," he chuckled.

Any time, Diamond," he replied, giving me a sexy smile. He turned going back to his group. I watched as he sauntered away, totally mesmerized by his powerful presence. That was the only way that I could describe it. There was a sense of power he exuded; and it was sexy; damn sexy.

He was mine, I was his, and Preston was ours. That's where it began; and that's where it ended for now.

What is you, Sam?"
I hesitated, trying to think about how I visualized myself. All I came up with was how other people visualized me. I was visualized as a daughter, a wife, a mother, a best friend by those people in my life, but I had no clue as to how I viewed myself as a person. I'd never bothered to carve out an identity for myself.

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it's over before it began. He slumps against me, his breathing still coming hard and fast and moans, "Fuck that was good." Rewind - what?

I turned from him to exit the room and found myself hauled back by his strong arms. He wrapped his arms around me and crushed me backwards with his strength. His lips found mine as he captured me in a passionate almost violent kiss that left me reeling. "You are mine," he hissed releasing me.

Unfortunately, she didn't think to sit back down on her potty again before the urine started running down her legs.
"Uh oh," she said letting it all out.
"I see that she's not all of the way there yet," Trey remarked.
"Nope. She does much better with Doodee than with Pee-pee it seems.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of her when she was leaning over to open a file drawer. I'd purposely moved all of the expense files to the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet in my office for that very reason.

Not at all; I rather like it when you take charge."
"You do?"
"Of course; just as long as you only do it when I let you," he clarified, giving me his wicked grin.

I wasn't putting socks and shoes on at this stage. Hell, what was the point? We'd be having "break-in" sex within a matter of twenty minutes by my estimation.

I rather like it when you take charge."
"You do?"
"Of course; just as long as you only do it when I let you

Being infuriated was actually a boost to my productivity I discovered. I bulldozed through the stack of work on my desk…

We fit together like puzzle pieces when we snuggled together.

I climbed up onto Tristan and we spent the next hour rubbing oil onto each other and riding the slippery slide into our own special fuckfest.

I'm nobody's lap dog. So, if you think I'm going to be out there chasing your ass all over D.C. tonight like some freaking, alpha control freak, think again.

Some figment; I can still feel the remnants dripping out of me," I teased.
"You are a crude colonial," he remarked dryly.

If I thought Mom and Dad wouldn't be looking out the window to see what had delayed us since driving up a few minutes ago, I'd definitely take you right here and now.

I can't stand being apart from you. Please come back, baby? Please?

He was studying me now with those gorgeous, green bedroom eyes of his.

And for the record, Tristan, this baby is yours. I will have DNA testing done just as soon as possible-"
"Gina - that is not necessary, baby," he interrupted, trying to quiet me.
"Let me finish, Tristan. I will have DNA testing done so that there is never any doubt. And when those results come in, I will personally have the pleasure of shoving them up your ass, do you understand?

What's 'TTYL'?" Trey asked coming up to me.
"Talk to you later," I said.
"Well excuse me; what the fuck did I do to piss you off?"
"No Trey," I started laughing. My alcohol consumption was giving me a very nice buzz. "TTYL are the first letter initials for the phrase: Talk To You Later.

Hmm, well maybe the G-man can make nice to my G-spot.

He reached over, cupping my face in his hands and lowered his face to kiss me gently. I was so in need of my Trey fix; I felt at peace.

I took the liberty of oiling your chair, sir."
"Thank you, Thatcher," Trey replied, a devilish grin gracing his lips. I blushed crimson.