How about I let you floss with my jugular as well?
Jeaniene FrostStichwörter: cat
A hint of a frown touched his mouth. “I told you that wasn’t about feeding.”
“No, it was about you making your point.” I skewered a bite and chewed. “Next time, maybe use something other than my
jugular as your Exhibit A?
I'm half Sicilian and half African. Both sides believe in retribution. The only pussy here is yours, Commander.
Jeaniene FrostSee, Don, I have this question, and I hope you’ll be honest with me.”
He pulled at the end of his eyebrow. “I think you know you can count on my honesty.”
“Can I?” I asked with an edge. “All right, then tell me: How long have you been fucking me?”
That caused him to stop tugging his brow. “I don’t know what you’re saying—”
“Because if I was going to fuck you,” I interrupted, “I’d get a bottle of gin, some Frank Sinatra music…and a crash cart for the heart attack you’d have. But you, Don, you’ve been fucking me for years now, and I haven’t gotten any liquor, music, flowers,
candy, or anything!
Mom, this is Annette. Back in the seventeen hundreds when Bones was a gigolo, she used to pay him to fuck her, but after more than two hundred years for banging him, now they're just good friends." p
Jeaniene FrostI heard the car door shut and then Fabian's voice. "You won't believe what I found around the edge of your property," the ghost announced. "A cave with prehistoric painting inside it!" I rolled my eyes. That was the best tactic Fabian could come up with? This was a vampire he was trying to stall, not a paleontologist.
Jeaniene FrostStichwörter: funny bones stalling fabian
Actually, Justina, I didn't just ring you to chat about what an undead murderer I was... right, degenerate whore as well. Did I ever tell you my mum was one? No? Oh Blimey, I come from a long line of whores, in fact...
Jeaniene FrostDamn people who argued using logic. Talk about unfair. -Cat
Jeaniene FrostIf anyone other than you had me fly halfway around the world just to keep me waiting while you were obviously lingering in bed, I’d have my driver run them over. Twice.
Jeaniene FrostThat’s right, you nasty little vixen, bite me harder." Ian urged.
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