Sydney Smoke Rugby Series Quotes

#1. This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck.

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#2. What can I say? Watching you play rugby makes me horny."

His fingers lightly stroked her back. "In that case, I'll get you a season pass.

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#3. Not even an advancing All Blacks haka could have dragged him away from the swing of her ass

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#4. There was nothing glamorous about the kiss. It was breathy and sloppy and noisy, more passion than finesse, but it was like a hit of speed tripping
through his blood, rippling pleasure through his thighs and buttocks and belly, their heads twisting greedily in time to the wild buck of his hips.

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#5. Better than an orgasm? Clearly the woman was having lousy orgasms.

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#6. If they didn't stop this, she was going to come
embarrassingly quickly.
Possibly even right now.
Not to mention the fact she never let men she barely knew unzip her and suck on her nipples.

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#7. I like this skirt. Makes a guy wonder just how to get a girl out of it.

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#8. My name on your lips as you come is the sexiest thing
I've ever heard.

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#9. It felt like they'd been plunged into a rainbow, or maybe
even seen the face of God.

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#10. It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.

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#11. Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock?

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#12. Hold on, baby." He slid his hands under her ass before rising to his feet. Harper gave a little squeal as she held tight. "I'm going to make you come so hard you're going to want to name a day of the week after me.

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#13. Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties

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#14. As if your ego needs any more stroking. If it took form right now it'd be a giant hard on.

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#15. You've shaped me into this woman I never wanted to be. There are bits of myself I don't even like.

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#16. He'd gone too far. He didn't usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.

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#17. Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree.

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#18. Stay the night, don't stay the night. I'm not going to read anything into it, okay? If you want to hang out, then I'm around. Your call. I'm not going to boil your pet bunny or tell Facebook you have a small dick, I promise.

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#19. Tanner Stone was way too sure of himself. Too many women had been letting him have it all his own way.

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#20. He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.

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#21. The man looked hot in his jersey, sexy as hell in a pair of
jeans and goddamn mouth-watering in nothing but his tan. In a business suit? He looked utterly fuckable.

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#22. 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.

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#23. The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sin
If she could survive a ride with angel-lips in his penis car then surely she'd be immune to him in any situation?

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#24. You're a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women?

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#25. If you think I haven't been fantasising about your mouth around my cock, then you're crazy

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#26. I tackle guys three times your size for a living. I can handle whatever you throw at me.

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#27. Seriously, would you want some strange dude with
a scalpel down near your lady parts?"

She shuddered. "I can think of better uses for a dude
down near my lady parts.

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#28. A saint? Tanner Stone was the anti-Christ.

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#29. This was screwing. One hundred percent pissed-off, nail-raking, neck-biting, wall-fucking screwing.

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#30. If I'd known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.

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#31. Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often.

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#32. How dare he look so freaking smug like he'd just ticked an item off a sex list? Going down on Matilda. Check.

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#33. Dexter Blake liked a woman with some junk in her trunk. And the tall, curvy chick on the sidelines was packing a whole lot of booty.

She had one of those itty-bitty waists, too. And her cups floweth'd over.

Staring at her chest was practically a religious experience.

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#34. You treated me like a fool and you played with my heart, like it was one of your damn footballs.

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#35. Is this okay?"

Dex blinked. Okay? She couldn't have been any more
okay had she been dipped in marshmallow and rolled in coconut.

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