“No fucking about. I want inside you now. You fuck about, I swear to God...’ He’s deadly serious.”

“Steve, you want to be thanking all that's fucking holy I've got my girl in my arms, because if I didn't, the cleaners would be scooping up your remains for a fucking year.”

“Cards on the table, Ava. No fucking about, no more drunken confessions and no more holding out on me, Do you understand?”

“Just tell me one thing before you leave, Ava.” His voice prickles at my senses… His face is serious, but still stunning. “How loud do you think you’ll scream when I fuck you?”

“I love you so fucking much. I didn't think it was possible.”

“If we were alone, you would be against that wall and I would be fucking you stupid.”

“Ava, the sexual tension batting between you and that man was so fucking super charged, even I was horny!”