“Call me traditional, but the whole manscaping trend turns me right off.”

“I spend forty to fifty hours a week at everybody’s beck and call. When I’m off, I want what I want, the way I want it.”

“Well, draw yourself a pretty little blueprint and do me a favor and don’t show it to me. I like fighting, and I like fucking. I don’t care much for thinking.”

“Get your eyes off my dick and get your butt in the shower...”

“His expression transforms, looking mean in a good way, promising me greed and aggression, things I'd never ask for but long to see.”

“You know your chances with me always get worse, the more you talk.” And Kelly finally shut up. For a block, anyway...”

“His lips were parted, lids heavy. This moment might not be about him and me, about two bodies unified in pleasure or anything profound, but goddamn he looked good. Looked exactly as he felt— strong and big and one hundred percent in control. And I felt exactly as he surely saw me, a hungry vessel, eager to please, at the mercy of his cock.”