Runaway Love Melanie Harlow Quotes

You want the kind of guy who works hard for everything he’s got. That way it means more when they treat you. And they know how to treat you.

I hope you have a hot date tonight.” “I do—with my Kindle.

So it can happen quickly. And a man can swear up and down he’s never going to fall in love, but the right woman comes along, and boom—he burns down a city for her.” I laughed ruefully. “I think you’ve been out with too many book boyfriends.” She sighed heavily. “I know. It’s a problem.

I’m going to put my hands all over your body. I’m going to lick every last inch of your skin. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and my tongue, and after you come just like that, I’m going to fuck you with my cock, deep and hard. And I’m not going to stop until I feel you come again. How does that sound?

What a person does is more important than how they feel.

Showgirl!” Shrinking back, I gathered up my dress in my hands, revealing my sneakers. “I am a motherfucking Radio City Rockette, you two-timing, overgrown frat boy, and I’ve got more class in my pinkie toe than you’ll ever have!

You look fabulous,” I told her as we left the salon together. “I hope you have a hot date tonight.” “I do—with my Kindle.” She laughed. “We get hot and steamy on my couch every Saturday night. I light a candle, open some wine . . . book boyfriends never let me down.

First, my name wasn’t Valerie. Second, I hadn’t been in his bed last night. Finally, we were going to be busy this afternoon. GETTING MARRIED.

dated a ten once,” said the irascible Larry, as if he were still mad about it. “And that’s how I felt all the time. Confused. All she had to do was smile at me, and I couldn’t even think. I was bewitched, bothered, and bewildered, as the song goes.

Hey Valerie. I can’t stop thinking about your naked body in my bed last night. Your sexy mouth. Those hands all over me. The way I licked every inch of your skin.

tradition is. Just send him in.” Hopefully he didn’t still have his hand in his pants when she found him. Scandalized, she left the room. I glanced at my phone again, rereading the words he’d sent Valerie, his assistant. She’d worked

You want the kind of guy who works hard for everything he’s got. That way it means more when they treat you.

He put in a real nice split rail fence for us last year when I was laid-up because of my back,” said Bubba. “Did good work. Nice wood.” “She doesn’t care about his wood, Bubba.” His wife smacked his shoulder. “She wants a job.” I might care about his wood, I thought, picturing a hot, shirtless guy chopping wood and then putting up a split rail fence, sweat glistening on his tanned pecs.

I hope you have a hot date tonight.” “I do—with my Kindle.” She laughed.