“Only for you, fan-girl.” He tossed her towel. “And I like when you blush, so go ahead. Mop my sweat, you kinky beast.”-Michael Flynn, Willing Victim”

“You ever been in a fight?" he asked. "Not a proper fight...I got detention for kicking Shelly Walker in the butt with my muddy boot when I was in fourth grade."Flynn laughed. "What'd she do to deserve it?"She smiled down at her hand. "I think she badmouthed Joey McIntyre or something. I was a hardcore New Kids fan."Flynn made an amused, judging face. "I hope it was worth it.""Oh yes. Nobody puts Joey Mac down and gets away with it.”

“Laurel had gotten plenty of head in her time, but never like this. Flynn fucked her with his mouth…”

“He was the best lover I’d ever had. So far ahead of the competition, I couldn’t even recall their names or faces.”

“Listen, kiddo,” he said. “I’m a selfish prick, and I want to be the greatest fuck of your life and ruin you for every man who comes after me. But I’m not a mind reader, so I need some help. Otherwise I could end up as the douchebag who’s got shitty taste in wine and totally traumatized you when you were thirty.”

“And I’ll tell you now, I won’t be calling you tomorrow or the next day or the day after that, so don’t get in a stink when I don’t. None of the normal dating rules apply to this.”

“You taste so fucking amazing.” He brought his head up and Laurel could see the violent rise and fall of his chest. “Sit on my face,” he said.”