Quote by E.L. James Download Open image ““Oh, crapola. Don't get your panties in such a twist...and give me back mine. I glare at him.”” — E.L. James ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.6 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I think I can find a fair way of repayment." With those words I feel his right hand close the distance from my inner… — Justine Elvira Copy Share Image
“Ummhmmm. That man just melted the panties right off me with his eyes.” — Christine Zolendz Copy Share Image
“Much though we like these panties," he says, tugging at the small material covering my pulsating sex, "they're only going to be in the… — Felicity Brandon Copy Share Image
“His hands clenched. "Sugar, I'm this close to tearing off your clothes and teaching you exactly how badly I take you keeping secrets from… — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
You gonna put on your big-girl panties and fight with the boys, now?” He looked over his shoulder as if he expected me to… — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
“Between pants, I continued spewing how much I hated him. Around my lips, he kept telling me I didn't.” — S.C. Stephens Copy Share Image
“Hey,” he pulled away and put his hand on my face. “What are you thinking about?” “Your butt,” I admitted.” — Diana Peterfreund Copy Share Image
“What, no panty ripping today?" I tease. "What is it with you and panties anyway? What's your beef with them?" He lifts his head,… — Samantha Towle Copy Share Image
“Fuck, babe,” Chocolate Eyes said, stepping forward. He grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet off the tiled floor. “You look like… — Cindy Paterson Copy Share Image
“Actually, no. I may be inexperienced compared to your other women, but I'm not naive, nor am I stupid. It occurred to me this… — Lucy Monroe Copy Share Image
“I give him a strange look. Just a second ago he was grousing, and now he's happy as a clam. I don't get boys.” — Jenny Han Copy Share Image
“You owe me and you know what I want in return." He scowled at me. "Not the pants." I nodded gravely. "Give me your… — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
“Don’t,” he murmurs, then kisses me lightly. “Why don’t you like to be touched?” I whisper, staring up into soft gray eyes. “Because I’m… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I’ve been so busy I haven’t managed to contact her since this morning, but she’s been hovering at the edge of my consciousness all… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Let me ask you something first. Do you want a regular vanilla relationship with no kinky fu*kery at all?” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“And the baby?" The words are anguished, breathless. "The baby's fine, Mr. Grey." "Oh, thank God." The words are litany... a prayer, "Oh, thank… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“No. No!” he says. “I . . .” He looks wildly around the room. For inspiration? For divine intervention? I don’t know. “You can’t… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Because we're getting to know each other, and you're stubborn and cantankerous and moody and difficult.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image