Quotes from Shayla Black

She's proving to be the soft and sensual yin to my dirty as fuck yang.

Regrets were like assholes; everyone had one. Hammer

Of course, sir. Since royalty never, ever falls for a commoner. Your shaykhah is so very royal, after all.

With a smile, Jack sheathed himself with a condom from the nightstand, then rolled on top of her, a steamy kiss on his lips as he covered her mouth. A new swell of desire rolled in her belly as Jack probed at her entrance.

As I delve deeper still, we breathe together. She's sweet in my nose, honey against my tongue, a drug in my veins.

I've never seen a more expressive woman. Or maybe I'm just reading her better because I'm so in tune with her. I can't say, and I can't spare the energy to figure it out now. Whatever it is about her, about us together, it makes me ache and sweat.

How did I look at her for three fucking years and see an assistant, not a woman? A lover? No idea. I only know I can't do it anymore.

May you never forget what is worth remembering or remember what is best forgotten.

That's why you brought me here, isn't it? You knew I wouldn't fu*k her. I suspected. It was a gamble. If you'd touch her, I would have known that you wern't in love with Kimber.

You and I are ancient history, and nothing will change the fact you turned out to be an asshat whose best talent lies between the sheets.

She doesn't have an answer and when I step closer, slowly bringing her body against me and enfolding her in my arms, she crumples onto me, giving me her weakness. I give her back my strength. I don't know exactly what demons haunt her, but I'm beginning to suspect they're darker than anyone's imagined. I'm in too deep now to get out.

It's been nearly two hundred days since I've had sex. I see beautiful women all the time. Seattle is full of them. Hell, Stratus Solutions is, too. Since Becca's death, some of her lithe, lanky yoga friends have even hinted they'd be interested in comforting me with more than a homemade casserole and a hug. I haven't truly been tempted. Until now.

Come closer and let me demonstrate." When she hesitates, I grin her way. "I dare you.

If you were expecting Prince Charming, I'm sorry. He's with his boyfriend.

She frowned. "I did nothing to arouse you." He clenched his jaw, his stare growing more aggressive. "You breathed.

It's just..." She scrubbed a hand across her face. "I keep looking for someone to share life with, someone patient. Not afraid of a mop or use the stove. Even-tempered, understanding, not allergic to emotion." She closed her eyes momentarily. "Someone sweet." Hunter stifled a grimace. She was describing a female with a penis.

Just because you don't believe me doesn't make me a liar.

Sometimes, life just sucked. "Bite me," she muttered. "Okay, where?" Deke asked, then went on. "Never mind. I've got some enticing ideas of my own.

You know how people are, always wanting the one thing they can't have.

Here's the deal. You eat some lunch, at least something light that will help you keep your energy up, then we'll talk." "About what? We've already conversed today-twice-in the language you're fluent in: Fuckese." Deke fought a smile. "You probably meant that as a slur, but somehow I'm complemented." "You would be," she muttered.

It's that...what I want isn't what I need.

One-way ticket to Las Vegas: three hundred fifty dollars. A week's stay at the Bellagio while he convinced Nicki to give him this crazy job: eighteen hundred dollars. Cost of pizza to bribe his way into her apartment: fifteen bucks. Seeing her reaction to his claim that she didn't particularly affect him sexually: absolutely priceless.

I do care, goddamn it! Have you been listening? I. Love. You. I never really knew what that meant until you.

He just wasn't good at being a cross between a teddy bear and just a friend.