Avery Flynn Quotes

Pride filled him. He'd put that soft look in her eye, the purr in her voice, and given her loose limbed ease.

I'm not an easy man, not even for forty-eight hours."
Keeping her gaze locked on his face, she stroked the hard outline of his dick with the tip of her fingernail. "Good thing I like things hard.

I was wrong." Taz whispered against her soft skin as he tried to process what in the hell was going on with him. "It's not me that's dangerous, it's you.

Gotta love it when a plan comes together...

You are nothing but trouble."
"Maybe you need some of that in your life.

I'd have to be dead not to want you.

Her skin glowed in dawn's soft light sneaking in through curtains, and she stretched her arms up toward the ceiling in a move that elongated everything above her waist and below his belt.

This was their game. The back and forth of demands and dominance that made her slick with desire.

Tits and ass and class - that's how you land a man with money, Tamara Anne. You've got two and can fake the last one.

hot, dirty, and multi-orgasmic kind. "Cavolo,

She rose to her feet, lining her body up with his and closing the gap between them. "What if I need help in a different way?"
"Darlin', I'm a full-service kind of helper." His hand dropped to her left hips, sending a jolt of awareness straight to her clit. "You tell me what ache is building and I'll relieve it." His other hand fell to her right hip and he pulled her close. "Tell me where it itches and I'll scratch it." His cock, hard and thick, pressed against her, letting lose a wave of desire that threatened to overwhelm her. "Show me where it hurts and I'll kiss it better."
"You make a lot of promises," she managed to get out...
"And I'll deliver on every single one." He dipped his head lower, letting his lips brush across hers. "You can count on it.

Nobody fucks with my girl."
Life snapped back into her mahogany-colored eyes. "I'm not your girl."
"But you will be.

It's a small closet."...
"It's a walk-in the size of Rhode Island," he teased...
"Isn't that just like a man to exaggerate the size of something?

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With an embarrassingly little amount of effort on his part, he twisted the Glock out of her fingers and flung it across the drive...
"Going so soon?" he asked.
"The company isn't to my liking.

As asinine as it was, he'd gone and done the one thing he swore to himself he would never do, especially not with her. He'd fallen for the girl he could never have.

You are nothing but trouble."
If he'd meant to censure her, then he had the wrong girl. Trouble wasn't a dirty word when you were a Sweet.

He'd been going out with his right hand for so long they were practically common law spouses.

Now it's my turn to give you advice." The tightened his grip, eliminating any doubt about whether he was as ready for this as she was. "Any time you're talking about having hot, dirty sex that makes you come so hard your whole world turns neon, the last thing you want to bring into the conversation is the word 'little'".

I'll be damned. Miranda Sweet, is it you or is my glaucoma acting up again?" Ruby Sue sat her glass down on the Formica countertop with a clank. "You always did know how to make an entrance. Who do you think you are, the Queen of England?

And Mrs. Orton had the seizure right after you applied the lipstick?"
Reggie's voice was dead serious.
Drea nodded.
That little tidbit set off Cam's warning sirens. Not good.
Reggie closed his notebook and deposited it in his inner jacket pocket. "Can you think of anything else?"
Drea opened her mouth, then closed it and shook her head.
Christ. So she had a possible motive, opportunity, means to kill Natasha Orton, and she was obviously holding something back. She may not be the only suspect, but even Cam had to admit she was a mighty good one.

saying Daphne was a worrywart was like saying soccer players' legs were a thing of jaw-dropping, panty-melting goodness. It was just a fact of life.

Are we going to flirt or fuck?

Predatory. Dangerous. Confident. God, the man was her crack and her kryptonite wrapped up together in one muscular package.

Sweetling, I'm not going anywhere except upstairs, where I'm going to make love to you till you pass out happy.

I'm trying to picture you growing up with sisters."
"I can do a double French braid in less than three minutes and I've bought more tampons than a thirty-one-year-old man should ever admit to.

Time for a showdown with her mutinous brewmaster. She'd tried nice. She'd tried all business. She'd tried cajoling. Now, it was time to try bitch with big brass balls.

His long fingers curled around the back of her lace thong, pulling the material taut against her wet fold. "I'm a big guy, and you know I always deliver.

He'd started falling for her the moment she walked into Devil's Dip Gym. She'd KO'd him and there was no going back.

I'll only push you to your limit, and then I'll nudge you the rest of the way into blissful oblivion.

I know for a fact you get all hot and bothered for cocky Texans with big trucks."
"Is that what I like to be big?"
"You know it, darlin'." He dipped his head lower wanting - needing - to touch her.
"You never know. I might just surprise you.

I'm going to f*** you long and hard right here in this kitchen.

Kitten..." Whip quick, he grasped her waist and lifted her up so she fit snugly against his hard cock. "I know you love me best naked.

So invite me in."
Now that way lay trouble. "What are you, a vampire that needs an invitation?"
"Worse. I'm a Sweet.

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I promise it'll only hurt half as much as I wish it would." The words came out as smooth and sweet as if she'd just told him that mint chocolate chip was the best flavor ice cream ever.

And suddenly, her day turned into the kind that explained why God invented chocolate, comfy pants, and booze.

Being this close to him was like sitting under a hotness heat lamp. In the desert. At high noon.

Bianca knew how to surround herself with some dangerous-looking, well-built studs - each of whom had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of and get back perfect change.

Darlin', you are all female but not in the least little bit weak.

This was going to be like hunting black cats at midnight on a moonless night.

Youth is wasted on the young. If it was me, you can be sure I wouldn't be lazing around thinking I had the right woman. I'd make damn sure and then do whatever it took to make sure she thought the same, too.

She did a little shimmy dance move, threw her arms in the air, and turned to face her brothers and Ford at the table with a smile that lit up her whole face.
Maybe there was some asshole out there who could look at her and not return her grin. Ford was a dickhead, but he couldn't stop the end of his lips from curling upward.

Make your introductions and you're welcome to wander off with any of the women watching you like you're the last piece of chocolate on the first day of their period.

When it's the two of us and that pussy of yours is soft, swollen, and wet, I'll be the one in control. I'll have you wherever and whenever I want - in my bed, on my desk, on the floor right now if I want to. I'm going to own that sexy body of yours so thoroughly that you're going to beg for my cock, because it's going to be the only thing in the world that you want. And once I'm buried balls deep in you and you are filled with me, I'm going to make you come apart in the best way possible. Do you understand?

Thank God he wasn't in full uniform or her panties might have melted.
Who was she kidding? The strap of silk covering the good china was already toast just looking at him in his form-fitting jeans and a black polo with the Salvation Police Department logo.

Keisha said... I'm going to ride you so hard you might regret seeking shelter here.

Gabe replied... IF you don't, I'm gonna need to go back out and throw myself into a snowbank just to cool off

Maybe it's time to stop punishing yourself for past sins."
He wished it was that easy, but it wasn't. So if he was already this deep in, what was one more transgression? Snagging the hem of her tank top between two fingers, he tugged it taut. "I suppose you think you're the woman to show me the way?"
Leaning in close, she whispered into his good ear, "No one knows more about sinning than a Sweet.

I don't want to want you, and this doesn't change anything. I still hate your guts."
"Liar.

You monosyllabic Neanderthal, I am not some little helpless female who can't walk across the brewery."
He shrugged. "I did what was needed."
"What the what?" She dropped the clipboard from beneath the hoodie and shoved her arms through its sleeves before rubbing her hands up and down her arms to warm them. "That doesn't even make sense."
Sean doubted there were half-crazed mules more stubborn than Natalie Sweet. "If I hadn't, you would have stayed in that cooler, freezing your ass off until you'd said everything you wanted to say - which, by the way, is usually more words than most people use in a year.

With deliberate slowness, he trailed a finger from the inside of her calf to the middle of her inner thigh. "Don't you dare move."
"You're so bossy."
"My bed, my rules.

It. May. Not. Be Fair. But. It. Can. Be. Good.

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Desire - hot, wet and undeniable - unfolded in her belly even as her temper flared. "You don't own me."
"I know that," he said, reaching out and tugging her close so that their bodies melded together, his hand splayed across her lower back, searing her skin. "But what you need to realize is that you own me - body and soul.

Things so seldom go exactly the way we plan.

Why don't you let me get a good look at what I'm working with." She sank to her knees, sliding one palm across his length, the barrier of his pants practically nonexistent at the heat of her touch. "Oh, I'm going to need to look at this up close.

He kissed her like a man who believed that if he did it right, she'd forget that anyone had ever called her awful names or made her feel like she wasn't everything a man could want.

Are we going to get killed?"
Cam scoped out the dingy room. No doubt there was at least one shotgun behind the bar and a few armed patrons, but no one struck him as particularly dangerous. "Not likely."
She kept her palm on the table and covertly pointed to a guy in a biker jacket with a large skull smoking a blunt. "But possible?"
He shrugged. "It is Friday night.

God, she was killing him, and he'd never been so happy about the possibility of death.

She pushed a finger against his shoulder, pushing him so he was flat on his back on the bed. "Now behave yourself and I'll show you how much fun I can be.

West Virginia had the Hatfield and the McCoys. Shakespeare had the Capulets and the Montagues. Salvation had the Martins and the Sweets.

His gaze dropped down to the deep V of her cherry-red top and the pulse in his temple pulsed. For a second she didn't think he was going to say anything, which was good because she'd just forgotten her own name. His focus inched northward across her generous cleavage, up her neck and to her lips -- leaving a heated trail across her skin without ever making a move. The last dry spot on her panties surrendered.

Who's going to fuck with a six-foot-six ripped dude in black leather pants, tats covering both arms and a perma-snarl?

I'm always glad to help." His grin was as quick and easy as it was devastating to her panties. "What can I say? I'm a real dick that way.

She hadn't just drunk the Salvation Kool-Aid - she'd started to brew her own.

Clover was finally going to learn how to fold a fitted sheet. Of course, she was going to gain that skill set in the prison laundry after she killed Sawyer.

Don't worry, I'll figure out a way to make you pay me back." His stomach growled as he turned onto Main Street. "But first, dinner and then some pie."
"I don't know what Ruby Sue puts in it, but it's addictive." She giggled. "I think you need to investigate."
"If by 'investigate', you mean eat it, then I'm all for it.

Growing up surrounded by thieves and murderers, she'd had enough of that whatever-it-takes-to-win mindset to last a billion lifetimes. All she wanted was a little slice of truth, somewhere peaceful to lay her head, and the knowledge that the people she loved were safe from Rolf's vindictive reach.

Everything is going to be okay, Princess Eloise," he whispered against her ear. "I promise."
But it wouldn't. She knew better than to ever trust a man who promised happy endings in the middle of a kidnapping.

Trust me, darlin', I've got skills for every room in the house.

I'm pigheaded, grouchy and I say the wrong things at the worst time. Basically, I'm an asshole - but I'm your asshole.

The elevator doors had barely shut before Olivia's fingers were at the buckle of the belt cinching the waist of her trench dress. Drunk on his nearness, she ignored the security camera in the ceiling. It didn't mean a damn thing. Hell, who was she kidding? She was the wild Sweet triplet, the one voted most likely to do anything, and all she wanted to do right now was Mateo.

So while the world thinks of you as a real-life Bruce Wayne with hundreds of millions in the bank and models draped across your arm, you're really Batman, aligned with the Resistance, and you kidnapped me for your own good?"
"Exactly," he said.
"Isn't that what an assassin would say in such circumstances?" She batted her eyelashes.

Not Mr. Rasmussen. Call me Dom. I really think we should be on a first-name basis, since you know that I strip off my suit every night and get into bed wearing nothing at all.".

I wish you saw the woman I see when I look at you.

In her career, she'd closed multi-million dollar deals without a hint of nerves. Now she needed a jumbo-sized bottle of antacids just to get out of her car. Or a double shot of whiskey. God, she was losing it.

The man had a smart mouth, a hard body, and questionable motives. In short, he was exactly what made her panties melt.