Amy Andrews, Playing The Player Quotes
It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.
Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree.
He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her.
If I’d known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.
He’d gone too far. He didn’t usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.