“Question was—why did one of the catering staff have her hand down her own shirt? And was that fondling going on under there? Carson studied the strange display. No, not fondling. Looked like she was fumbling with…a bra strap? Her… — Elle Kennedy Copy Share Image
“She hated her life. She really, truly did. She was sick of taking care of everyone in her family, sick of working as a… — Elle Kennedy Copy Share Image
“So money doesn't matter once you get down to it. It doesn't matter how thin or thick anyone's wallet is. We all hurt. We… — Elle Kennedy Copy Share Image
“Garrett climbs on the bed and lies down, resting his head on a mountain of pillows. I've never met anyone who sleeps with so… — Elle Kennedy Copy Share Image
“So this is what you two do when you’re up here,” Dean drawls. “All that deep, intensive tutoring.” He air-quotes the last word, chuckling in delight. “Actually, Garrett’s just helping me brush up on my make-out skills,” I tell Dean in the most casual voice I can muster. Dean snickers. “’That so?” “Okay…” Dean’s eyes gleam. “Then I’m calling your… — Elle Kennedy Copy Share
“I love how everything must always be defined. Gay, straight, bi. Why can’t people just fuck whoever they want without feeling the need to… — Elle Kennedy Copy Share Image
“Come on, Will,” Holly said as she trailed after him into the kitchen. “You know this is a good plan.” “You know it is,” Shelby chimed in, following them. “Would you at least let me make a cup of coffee before we discuss this juvenile idiocy?” he grumbled. Striding over to the counter, he clicked on the coffeemaker and then… — Elle Kennedy Copy Share
“You okay?” he murmured, caressing her lower back with one hand. The heat of her skin was driving him crazy, making it difficult to think, let alone talk. “I’m fine. Great, actually. No, better than great.” Her voice trembled slightly, but her gaze now shone with passion and determination. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers… — Elle Kennedy Copy Share
“His sexy mouth tightened in a thin line. “Fine. You want me to go, I’ll go.” He turned then shot her a glance over his shoulder. “But this isn’t over, Holly. Maybe I stepped over a line tonight, but I did it for you. You spend so much time worrying about your family that you never have enough time for… — Elle Kennedy Copy Share
“Their chemistry at the Tavern had nearly set the place on fire. And she hadn't missed that tent situation under his pants earlier -… — Elle Kennedy Copy Share Image
“Her hands began to shake. “Stay with me. Please.” He sighed. “Mac, this is my job. You’ve always accepted it before.” “Yeah, when you… — Elle Kennedy Copy Share Image
“He's sporting that rumpled, rolled-out-of-bed hair, and yet I don't find it so adorable anymore. It just makes him look like a slob. Or… — Elle Kennedy Copy Share Image
