“New Yorkers hustled past in every direction, somehow managing not to run smack into one another. A dozen scents hit her at once. Car exhaust, meat being grilled by a sidewalk vendor, and was that...a slight hint of urine?” — Tessa Bailey Copy Share Image
“If you keep working that hot little tongue against mine, I’ll have no choice but to fuck you.” — Tessa Bailey Copy Share Image
“Next time you bend over a table, I’m going to wrap all that hair around my fist and pull your head back. I want… — Tessa Bailey Copy Share Image
“How do you manage to see the best in everyone, Willa, but only the worst in yourself?” — Tessa Bailey Copy Share Image
“You might have seen us on YouTube. The Boo Squad? We get a lot of hits." "Was one of them in the head?” — Tessa Bailey Copy Share Image
“Daniel?” “Tell me, sunshine.” Inhaling his scent like a lifeline, she leaned in and spoke urgently against his ear. “Take me home. Make it… — Tessa Bailey Copy Share Image
“Don't argue with me about this." She scoffed. "Oh, this isn't an argument. That implies you might win.” — Tessa Bailey Copy Share Image
“The sound of pages flipping, the call of a gull, along with the muffled roar of the ocean and Samantha’s humming…all of it worked together to calm something in him. Odd, considering he’d always thought himself a low key man. But nothing compared to the peace that stole over him with this woman on his lap. It was bone deep,… — Tessa Bailey Copy Share
“Listen to me.” He waited for her nod. “You’re going to take me somewhere now where I can see you without your panties on. I’m going to get you off good and hard, maybe a few times. And then, Honey, we’re going to talk.” He bucked his hips into her twice. “But first, I’m going to fuck you so dirty,… — Tessa Bailey Copy Share
“That was for the hard-on I’ll be walking around with tonight. And you’ll goddamn wear the imprint of my hand on your ass for… — Tessa Bailey Copy Share Image
“ I decided when, where, and with whom my first time happened. No one made that decision for me. And I don’t regret it. I’m sorry if you do. Won’t let it happen again.” “Don’t put words in my mouth. I don’t regret it. I’ll never regret it. I just wish you would have told me.” He brushed the hair… — Tessa Bailey Copy Share
