“Sarah had stayed over with me at the flat the night before, and I’d kept her awake until past midnight, teaching her how to give the perfect blow job. For over a month now, I’d convinced her she wasn’t very… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“I wanted to ask your grandad first, I wanted to talk to Luke. I wanted it to be so much more romantic than us… — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“I felt full of nervous energy so I went back inside the house, put on a music channel, and danced around the living room… — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“You need to stop. That is so hot, you’re making me wet.” “Eww, are you wearing knickers under there?” “Nope. So expect a snail… — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“Hey, Lee, you finally grew some and went and got your girl, hey?” “Not sure if I’m fully forgiven yet, but I did a… — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“I love you enough that I stepped aside for the sake of your baby. I didn’t want to be the reason your child didn’t… — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“Saying ‘I love you’ is putting it in the plainest, simplest terms and doesn’t even begin to cover what I actually feel for you.… — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“My phone buzzed and I pulled it from my pocket. Luke: 10 minutes, fucker, then I’ll be tying your dick to the exhaust of… — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“Rae Layton, I’ve loved you since the very first day I set eyes on you and your pink polka dot knickers, you are my… — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“Luke passed him a glass of the red wine we’d been drinking. Liam looked at it but didn’t take it from him. “What the… — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“I might not be the most sensitive type of bloke, but even I knew that asking one woman to be my wife whilst still… — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“But his kisses, oh, fuck me, his kisses. They turned me into a puddle of lust, want, and need.” — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“Great, can’t fucking wait.” Yep. Child. A sarcastic, Drambuie-drinking child with stalker tendencies.” — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“Sarah had stayed over with me at the flat the night before, and I’d kept her awake until past midnight, teaching her how to… — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“Who’s too skinny?” Grandad strode across the lawn towards us as he dried his hands on a small towel. “Not you, that’s for sure,”… — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“Can the pair of you stop talking about geriatric sex for Christ’s sake? You should be done with all that by now.” “You jealous,… — Lesley Jones Copy Share
