Playboy Flirting Quotes

Jay just blinked at me. “Let me get this straight. You were talking to a gorgeous blonde woman in a tight red skirt and heels, with a chest that has Playboy ringing her once a month for an interview, who was smiling and flirting with you like crazy and all you noticed was that she looked cold and her lipstick was bright?” Oh. Whoops. We were talking about breasts. Straight men usually notice breasts, don’t they? Shit!

Xavier’s eyes gleamed bright and turbulent. Playboy, heir, hedonist, flirt—those masks were gone, leaving only the man in their place. Raw in his vulnerability, flawed in many ways, and marred by cracks and bruises beneath a deceptively polished façade. I looked at him, and I’d never seen anyone more beautiful.

Henry smiles, and it really invokes a feeling in me that I haven’t quite gotten used to yet. “You think I’m handsome? Are you flirting with me?” “I’m not even sure I know how to flirt, so no.” “You can practice on me.” “How generous of you. C’mon. Playboy who doesn’t believe in love, tell me more.” Henry rolls his eyes but he’s still smiling. “You watch too many movies and I’m not a playboy. And no, I do believe in love. I just don’t value it over other types of love. There are people in my life I love. I love art. I love my parents. I watch my friends love each other. I just don’t see what the big deal is about romantic love. Everything seems more complicated when people fall in love with each other.” “Sometimes complicated is exciting, I guess. I imagine, at least.

You look so goddamn beautiful with my cock in your mouth.

Karma, you're a real bitch.

When I'm not with her, I'm thinking about her. When I'm with her, I'm thinking about her. She's my entire world.

I bet he would murder a girl's back entrance.

Wanted: A best friend who's kind, loyal, and doesn't want anal sex with the biggest jerk in the office.

Sometimes a girl just needs to eat her feelings.

How does this girl keep affecting me this way? My head says to stay away, but my body wants more. So much more.

You picked SexKitten as my username?

I would sacrifice the world for you. I would even sacrifice my Hot Wheels collection for you.

He messaged me back! What do I do?

I will spend eternity making it up to you. But the next move is yours.

I've never had someone give up so much for me. To love me so much they're willing to sacrifice so much.

SEXKITTEN69 MEET BIGDTF

A fishbowl margarita is calling my name. Along with a basket of greasy french fries. Then I can pretend this day never happened.

Maybe he should play the lottery because he won the jackpot with how to get under my skin.

To answer your question, it's ember instead of cinder because like an ember, you have a bright, beautiful glow surrounding you.

People like their sex toys, and this place has everything a person could want.

You two need to fuck already. This back and forth of 'I want to stab you one minute, rip your clothes off the next' glances you give each other is getting old,

We're also going to need more tequila. Stat.

You picked SexKitten69 as my username?

What's wrong with me? What makes me so unloveable?

Pity party, table for one, please.

Growing up, we didn't have much, but we had what we needed.

It's funny how we trust a complete stranger with our deepest secrets, hoping they'll never get revealed.

slip through their fingers. What do they say? You have to kiss a lot of assholes before you find one you can tolerate?

Addison,” Taylor said quietly. “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe Corbin really cares for you?” “What? Don’t be silly.” I frowned. “I’m just a conquest to him—it’s a feather in his cap to be able to say that a non-glam Auditor is his consort. It’s like… like a mobster showing off his girlfriend who also just happens to be a cop or a judge.” “Maybe not.” Taylor looked thoughtful. “I’ve heard rumors about Corbin.” “Such as?” I raised an eyebrow and made a go on signal with one hand. “Well, he’s not nearly the playboy he makes himself out to be for one thing,” Taylor said. “He’s almost never with anyone—he mostly keeps to himself except to feed occasionally. And he never pays the Crimson Debt or lets anyone else pay it for him.” “Meaning he doesn’t feed on anyone during sex or let them feed on him?” I said. She nodded. “Honestly, I don’t think he has that much sex at all. Not even glam-sex.” “Oh come on, Taylor—he’s a vampire,” I objected. “Sex and blood, that’s what they’re all about—that’s what they do.” “Most of them maybe. But if what I’ve heard is right, Corbin mostly keeps to himself.” “But why?” I asked, frowning. “I mean, it’s not for lack of willing partners, I’m sure.” He got under my skin like a bad rash but there was no denying Corbin was gorgeous. “I don’t know why, exactly.” Taylor shrugged. “They say he had someone once—a human—but he lost her. Now he mostly keeps to himself out of respect for her memory.” I thought of what he’d told me, about having a human female he loved enough to be gentle with once and how she’d “died anyway.” “Why didn’t he just bond her to him?” I asked. Vamps can bond any human they want, which greatly increases the human’s lifespan, sometimes even enough to match the vamp’s. It makes them a little more durable too, though under the law they’re still not supposed to have sex with the vamp that bonds them. “I don’t know.” Taylor shook her head. “But I do know you’re pretty much the only girl he’s shown an interest in. I mean, he does a lot of casual flirting, you know?” “Yeah, I know.” I nodded. Nobody was better at eye-fucking than Corbin. “But none of it amounts to anything. I mean, I’ve never heard of him taking anyone into one of his daylight resting places the way he took you. Not vampire, not human—no one,” Taylor emphasized.