“Semper fuckin' fi”

“Righty ho, biker boss,” I muttered quickly and Shy’s eyes narrowed.“Don’t be fuckin’ cute and, honest to God, if you lick your lip, I’ll lose my mind. Next time you lick your lip you do it when we are nowhere near a public place and I can let loose the reaction I’ve had half a million fuckin’ times over four fuckin’ years every time I’ve seen you do it.”

“FYI, baby, havin' your attitude back is so far from annoying, it's not fuckin' funny.”

“You act like a bitch, I’ll call you a bitch and you’re actin’ like a fuckin’ bitch.”

“Honest to God, dollface, you need to stop running around in that fuckin’ nightie. You’re killin’ me.”

“Then he muttered like he was talking to himself, "I don't know if I want her to figure out she's fuckin' gorgeous so she isn't so fuckin' clueless when a player marks her or if I'm glad I finally got one who looks as good as her and has no fuckin' clue.""Are you wanting me to participate in this discussion or are you having a conversation with yourself?""You're participation isn't required," Sam replied... and I looked up to see him grinning.”

“Mac and cheese and pigs in a blanket with white fuckin' wine," he stated through his smile. "Is this duchess food?”