“Stay away from Marcus. He's f**kin' bad news with a capital F**k.”
“F**k!" he exploded, chocolate and caramel flying out of his mouth. My heart seized. He looked like he was going to have a chocolate-caramel-layer-square-induced heart attack. ..."These are unbe-f**king-lievable. I think I've finally fallen in love, with a f**kin' brownie!”
“He sat on a kitchen chair and lifted her onto his lap so her legs straddled his, and then he slipped his hands under her skirt and cupped her backside to drag her closer. Oh f**k. Good news and bad news.The good news was no underwear.The bad news was no underwear.”
“Never f*!k with the ineffable.”
“Rent 'em,Tape 'em,F**k 'em.”
“I actually told him to f**k himself. And that if he needed an ass to paddle, he should look in the mirror.”