“Gabi to Marcus "I can't believe out of one hundred thousand sperm, you were the fastest!”
“Impertinent submissive,” Raoul snapped, and his dark brown eyes turned mean. “Nothing new for this one. You're doing a lousy job of bringing her to heel, Marcus.”
“Bring me to heel? Like I'm a dog?” Without thinking, Gabi instinctively yanked away and snapped out, “Bite me.”
“She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least.
So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…” Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn’t have a sense of humor. “Happy birthday, dear Gabi”—she lifted her head and blew out the candle—“happy birthday to me.”
“You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion?”
“Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.”
“Am I your dom, little rabbit?”
“Yes.” Her red-brown brows drew together. “What’s wrong?”
“Not a thing.” He gave her a faint smile, and his gravelly voice deepened. “I thought I’d tell you we’re getting married next month.”
~Nolan and Beth~”
“You know how really big guys are always nicknamed Tiny?" She didn’t wait for any response, afraid she’d chicken out. "Guess that would make you Master Munchkin, huh?”
“You mean you’re not God? Nooo, say it isn’t so!”
“She took a second look at him, at his fancy tailored suit. Dark gray with pinstripes. Oh please, like she’d really believe he was a dom at all? “Gabrielle Anderson. Are you sure you’re Master Marcus?”
“Why would you think I’m not Master Marcus?” he asked. Well, good grief. She waved a hand at him and kept the duh from slipping out. Just in case he really was Master Marcus. Maybe he hadn’t changed yet or something. “The suit? Where are your leathers or latex or…biker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?”
He stared for a second, as if she’d turned into a drooling idiot, and then simply roared. Deep, full laughter—amazing coming from someone who looked like he should have a stick up his ass.”
“You dumb-ass ape, get your hand off me. What—are you the first in your family to be born without a tail?”
“It's a girl thing, trying to change ourselves as if we can change our lives too.”
“By the way, you have a fine ass. Sir.”
“I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk.”
“I'll work with her." For now. Then he gave Z a steady look and drew his line in the sand. "You are the owner, sir, but they're my trainees. I would be most grateful if you could remember that." Don't do it again.
Gray eyes level, Z tilted his head in acknowledgement and slid the trainee's paperwork down the bar top.
With a grin, the bartender set a drink on the bar. "You know, Marcus, you say fuck you almost as politely as the boss."
-Master Z, Marcus and Cullen”
“Okay, you’re older. Not much, really. And considering you love staying in shape and I refuse to run, we’ll probably get all old and crippled at the same time. If not, then I’ll learn to use a cane, and I’ll get to beat on your ass for a change.”
“Is that your face or did your neck just throw up?”
“You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!”
“If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode.”
“An older dom snorted. “Atherton uses the word escort loosely. The last time someone messed with a trainee, he threw the guy across the bar. Strolled over, waited for the idiot to stand up, punched his lights out, and dragged him by his jacket collar out of the place. Escorted him, my ass. Didn’t even wrinkle that fancy suit.” He took a sip of his beer and added, “Atherton is invariably polite, but nobody in their right mind fucks with his trainees.”
“Darlin’, I wasn’t just a Boy Scout, I was an Eagle Scout.”
“And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?”
“What we have here is a failure to communicate.”
“You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.”
“The fun we’ll have tonight is called figging.”
“Pull up your big-girl panties, Gabi.”
“New Englanders could be so brusque.”
“As a submissive needed the security of a dominant’s arms, the dominant needed to provide it.”
“It’s a girl thing, trying to change ourselves as if we can change our lives too.”
“Could you please put this--could you all put these--could you get dressed, please?"
The woman only bestowed a serene smile on me. "We are as the Goddess requires."
"The Goddess requires you to be naked on my lawn?”
“You'd be lucky to touch me, bitch. You're lucky I'm this close to you right now!”
“The Conservative does not despise government. He despises tyranny. This is precisely why the Conservative reveres the Constitution and insists on adherence to it.”
“WHY? Mostly because I’m the biggest DORK in the entire school. And”
“It isn't very pretty to have been made a fool of by one's own feelings,' he said. 'To take childish promises and build a--a castle out of them...”
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