“You just pounded yourself into me with all the finesse of a sweaty celibate breaking fast with a rented sex droid.”
“Wildly passionate, deliriously orgasmic, exquisitely delicious, savage. Pounding, rapture-enducing, sweaty, nasty, scorchingly ecstatic, heart-stopping, brain meltingly raw screaming sex”
“Getting money from my dad is a finesse job. Luckily, I have finesse coming out of my arse. I barged into his study without knocking, marched across to his desk, and held out my hand. “Give me twenty pounds,” I snapped. “I need twenty pounds. Give it to me. Now!”
“Celibate? He lived and breathed sex. Considered sex the eighth wonder of the world. Suffering blue balls was for teenagers. Not grown men.”
“Sexcess—it’s about sex in excess and success all rolled up into one sweaty ball.”
“These Are Not The Droids You Are Looking For.”