Flirt

Call me tonight, you little vixen.” “What happened to my lady?” I lift a brow as he opens a door. “There was nothing ladylike about what just went through your head.

When I'm around you," he says softly, his eyes never leaving mine, "I think maybe my heart can be fixed someday.

You are basically my hero.” “I think I would be a heroine.” He laughs. “I don’t know. You have a lot of big-dick energy.

It’s a little easier to think with some sugar,” she says, grinning.

She’s my worst nightmare and my wettest dream.

I’m not letting you out of this bed until you tell me.” “Don’t threaten me with a good time. I’ll never leave.

If someone wants to act like a duck—let them quack. What do I care? You’re always going to have a duck that won’t stay in line. I’ve stopped trying to be the duck patrol.

You don’t have to shove it in our faces.” “I’m not shoving it in your faces.” I grin mischievously. “You better believe that I’m shoving it in mine, though.

I was trying not to make you feel bad for being stupid. Sometimes I lie awake at night and think, ‘Man, we’re too hard on Banks. We’re gonna give him a complex.

You should never have to thank someone for being nice to you. You should expect it.

We’re hardwired to want our parents to be proud of us. I think that in normal situations, parents give that validation to encourage their offspring to do the right thing. Kind of like Pavlov’s dog.” “That makes sense, I guess.” “But when it gets all fucked up, and the parents’ wiring is faulty, that doesn’t mean your wiring goes bad too. You still need the one thing they can’t give you.

You’re a talented young lady. Never forget your worth, then add a little tax.” She grins. “Just for good measure.