Quotes about Sydney

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I just don’t understand why they’d think we were together, when I’m leaving the country to live on the other side of the — Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever
So, let me get this right.” He braked at a traffic light and yanked at the edges of his bow tie, reefing the knot undone — Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever
Calm down?” Her voice went really low, her eyes glittering. “Don’t tell me to calm down. I’m so freaking horny at the mo — Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever
This what you want, huh?” He pulled her hips off the wall with his spare hand to fit snug against his body. “Me using yo — Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever
The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sinIf she cou — Amy Andrews, Playing the Player
So, what...in the meantime, you just...” He glanced at her then back at the road. “Deny yourself?”Em gave a half smile a — Amy Andrews, Playing the Player
But...a vibrator can’t hold you in its arms or give you the full-body experience.”Em clamped down on the wicked surge of — Amy Andrews, Playing the Player
You should really go inside now,” he said.Her glazed, unfocused stare was starting to clear, and the cranky look he was — Amy Andrews, Playing the Player
Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often. — Amy Andrews, Playing the Player
It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels. — Amy Andrews, Playing the Player
Probably just as well. Maybe with all that testosterone walking out the door, the insane urge to hump Lincoln Quinn’s le — Amy Andrews, Playing the Player
Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties — Amy Andrews
Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree. — Amy Andrews, Playing the Player
This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck. — Amy Andrews, Playing the Player
His aftershave – eau du sex god - wafted her way. — Amy Andrews, Playing the Player
He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d — Amy Andrews, Playing the Player
He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer. — Amy Andrews
If I’d known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago. — Amy Andrews, Playing the Player
You’re a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women? — Amy Andrews, Playing the Player
Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock? — Amy Andrews, Playing the Player