The Bonus Tl Swan Quotes

I can forgive him for not loving me. What I can’t forgive is myself, for ever believing that he could.

Romantic Gabriel is perfect…but dirty Mr. Ferrara is a god.

I’m listening to “Someone Like You” from Adele on repeat.

Good morning, Gabriel,” I reply. “Last time I looked, I was not your Gracie.” He lets out a deep chuckle. “You will always be my Gracie.

I’ll only ever buy a diamond for someone I love.” “You should probably buy yourself a few, then,” I mutter, deadpan. He smirks as he buttons up his shirt. “I am the diamond.

His words come back to me: I’ll only ever buy a diamond for someone I love.

I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “It’s too good.

You’re leaving me?” he whispers. “I have to.” His eyes search mine. “I’m sorry.” His jaw clenches, and then without another word he marches back into his office and slams the door, it echoes as the walls shake. Hot tears burn my eyes. You were supposed to beg me to

My heritage is very important to me. It is expected that I deliver a strong bloodline; my children’s first language to be Italian.” He thinks for a moment before adding, “I need an Italian wife.” I step back from him, the sting from his words cuts like a knife. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I…” He pauses. “There is no excuse for my selfishness last night.

I’m not after sex, I’m after a connection.” His eyes search mine. “I want to feel your heartbeat from the inside, I want to show you mine.” Oh… He stands, bringing us millimeters apart, and he takes my face in his hands. I stare up at him as my heart completely stops. “Put me out of my misery.” He bends and his lips softly brush against mine. “Tell me there’s a chance for us.

I do have to admit, him groveling is doing wonders for my confidence.

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My name is Grace Porter, and I am the personal assistant to Gabriel Ferrara, CEO of Ferrara Media in New York.

I tentatively open the door to see him standing at his coffee machine, white towel around his waist. Tanned muscles, broad back and dominance for miles, the lethal trifecta. “Morning, Gracie.” “Good morning, Gabriel,” I reply, my eyes drink him in while he has his back to me. I know most PAs make their boss’s coffee, but each morning he likes to make mine, and besides, it’s the only time I can stare uninterrupted.

another job I excel at is as undercover detective. I know who he is sleeping with before he does.

As beautiful as New York is, it’s the city of concrete. When I moved here seven years ago, I was going to work for twelve months, get some experience with a big firm and then move back to the suburbs somewhere. Being infatuated with my jerk of a boss was never in the plan.

I will one day, when I buy a house in the suburbs.” I smile. “One day?” He frowns. “When I get my act together.” Code for when I get over him. “You should do it now,” the guy says. I shrug. “What are you waiting for, life is now. Decide what you want and take it.

Serafina is as beautiful as they come, tall, dark and with a body to die for, Italian to the bone, and nothing about her interests me in the slightest. I think I’m broken.

My name is Grace Porter, and I am the personal assistant to Gabriel Ferrara, CEO of Ferrara Media in New York. And it’s the perfect job, great pay, beautiful office, everything I ever dreamed of, if not for one small detail. I am utterly and hopelessly in love with my boss.

I can’t do this anymore. Every time I send one of his girls flowers or gifts, I die a little inside. I’m twenty-nine years old, and for seven years I have hung on Gabriel Ferrara’s every word, waiting for him to notice me.

I’ve got to get out of here. As much as I love Gabriel Ferrara, I can’t do this to myself anymore. I’m getting older, my biological clock is ticking, and I won’t even date anyone because I’m so blinded by my fatal attraction to my boss. Nobody stands a chance while I work with him.

Why the fuck would you buy a house in Maine?” He screws up his face in horror. “Because…it’s time.” “For what?” he bellows. “To turn fucking Amish?

You’re leaving me?” he whispers. “I have to.” His eyes search mine. “I’m sorry.” His jaw clenches, and then without another word he marches back into his office and slams the door, it echoes as the walls shake. Hot tears burn my eyes. You were supposed to beg me to stay.

Every parent thinks they’ll be better at this, until you’re in the trenches you have no idea how hard it is.

Who knew you were so hot, Porter.” I smile as I take a sip of my champagne. Awkward… Fuck it. Don’t tell me this dress is going to bait the wrong one.

I brush my teeth, get into bed and stare at the ceiling. More thinking, more overanalyzing and damn it, more beating myself up.

I put my hand over my stomach and make a vow. I failed to protect myself from him, but I will always protect you.

Dream girl or dream life. It’s either or, it can’t be both. One life is Italian with my family, the other is with Grace. I couldn’t bear it if they rejected her…and they would.

His dark eyes hold mine. “Don’t look at me like that.” I drop my shoulders to try to look tough and in control. “Like what?” Before I can answer the question, he cuts me off. “Like I want to taste every inch of your skin?

I haven’t even touched the surface with the things I want to do to you.

I’m not your plaything, Gabriel,” I say as I pull my hand from his grip. “But I am your toy to play with.” He smirks. “Only too happy to donate my body to science.

through every one of my flaws…you loved me anyway.

I’ve been wanting to do that for seven years.” He smiles against my lips. “And now that you have?” I whisper. “I’m glad I didn’t, we would never have gotten any work done.” He grabs my sex and tugs it. “Having this perfect pussy in my office would have been a major distraction.” He turns and picks up my dress. I giggle, feeling relieved. Perfect pussy.

I’m not the boy I was back then.” “Then who are you?” I ask. “I’m the man who wants to right his wrongs.” His hand slides around to my behind. “A man who knows what he wants.

It’s a robe with the letter G embroidered on it. The G is code for Grace so I can always be with him… But I know he will think it’s for Gabriel because it’s all about him. The gift that is sneaky but relevant.

What are you waiting for, life is now. Decide what you want and take it.

Seriously, can I watch you two have sex? It’s going to be fucking fire.” She smirks. “Open an OnlyFans account, you’ll make bank.

But it is.” “What do you mean?” I hesitate before letting the next sentence leave my lips. “I can’t see Grace and not want her. If I see them, I have to see her, and I can’t be married to one woman while wanting another.” Her eyes widen as she finally begins to understand the full complexities of the situation. “You still have feelings for her?” she whispers. “It’s like she never left. She’s all I think about, I’m dreaming of her. I nearly called Ariana by the wrong name while having sex the other day because in my head I was with Grace. I lie in bed beside my sweet, beautiful fiancée while I think about a woman who has been lying to me for seven years, Grace fucking Porter.” “Oh fuck.” She stares at me. “Oh hell. This is bad. This is so bad, Gabriel. Your wedding to Ariana is in three weeks.” “Do you think I don’t know that?” I whisper angrily. “I’m the worst person on earth. I’m deserting my own children because I know I can’t not want their mother.” She holds her temples and then puts her hand up for the waiter. “I need wine for this conversation.” I steeple my hands in front of my mouth as I think. “Why would this happen now when I’ve been so happy? For the first time in my life, I finally have my shit together.” She twists her lips as she thinks. “Tell me about Grace.” “I don’t even know where to start,” I fume. “She’s insufferable and a liar. A total smart-ass. She hates me, everything that comes out of her mouth is sarcastic and infuriating. Not to mention the worst cook, you have no idea how bad the food is, Claire, it would literally

You never regret the things that you do, only the things that you didn’t.

All this family shit is great, but fuck me…I need some pussy love.

Never has there been a more addictive lover, Gabriel Ferrara is the ultimate. Hung, experienced and intense. The power oozing from his body is all-consuming. Every woman’s fantasy.

My name is Gabriel Ferrara and I am utterly and hopelessly in love with Gracie Porter.

A physical attraction will never win a war or spin the world on its axis. Only love can do that, and this is as far from that as it gets.

Felicity Fox may be onto something here… The dilfiest DILF that ever did DILF.

I want to feel your heartbeat from the inside, I want to show you mine.” Oh…

I’m not after sex, I’m after a connection.” His eyes search mine. “I want to feel your heartbeat from the inside, I want to show you mine.

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You were always on my mind, Grace,” he whispers. “Never once were you far from my thoughts.

We need to make his balls so blue that they fall off . . . until he’s begging.” “He’s not going to beg.” “Oh yes, he is.” I roll my eyes as I bite the food from my fork. “Great. The way you’re spending my money I really do need to earn a bonus.” “Do it on your knees,” Daniel says with a raise of his glass. “Earn that dirty money, girlfriend. Tell him you’ll swallow for a company car.” “Stop.” I laugh. “Will you shut up?” “Just saying.” He shrugs. I try to hide my smile as I chew my food. I’d swallow for free.

What’s this?” Dominic says from the door. I glance over to see him holding a big pink vibrator and my eyes widen. “Where did you get that?” “It was in the washing basket among the clothes.” I remember Grace carrying a basket of washing out of her room last night, she must have put it in there to hide it from me. I roll my lips to hide my smile. “What is that?” Lucia frowns. I stand and snatch it from him. “It’s a…” I look around the room as I search for an appropriate answer. “It’s a massager.” “A massager?” Dominic frowns. “What do you massage with this?” Pussy. “Ahhh…” I hesitate while I troll my mind for an answer. “Necks and stuff.” “What kind of massager is it?” Lucia asks. I don’t fucking know… “Kitty cat massager,” I reply. Dominic frowns. “That’s weird.” “I have to agree.” I smile as satisfaction fills me. Good old Jack is not getting the job done.