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"My point is...if you want something, get afterwards it. Don't let fright agree yous back. Have your chance. Alive a life of no regrets. And don't arraign yourself if it goes wrong. People have their own journey and it has cipher to do with yous."
― The Dating Program
― The Dating Program
"Love doesn't always hit similar a thunderbolt. Sometimes it can grow quietly in the background until i day you realize it is at that place."
― The Matrimony Game
― The Matrimony Game
"Liam: Everyone has a weakness
Daisy: What's yours?
Liam: Yous."
― The Dating Programme
Daisy: What's yours?
Liam: Yous."
― The Dating Programme
"Hi...ah..." What did she phone call him? Honey? Infant? Darling? "...Humraaz." The Urdu term of endearment came out before she could finish information technology.
Liam's gaze shifted to her, and his face softened. Before he could enquire her what information technology meant and ruin the performance, she rose up on her toes, pressed her hands against his chest, and kissed him.
Without hesitation, Liam wrapped ane arm around her waist, pressed his rima oris confronting hers, and bent her over backward in a total-on pic osculation.
Her breath hitched and her lips softened. His lips were business firm and cool and tasted of coffee and something sweetness. He slipped his natural language into her mouth and for a moment she thought her heart had stopped. Only it didn't matter. Upside down, in forepart of her piece of work colleagues, she was the adult female she always wanted to exist.
And then she was upwards and back on her feet, lips tingling, an ache of desire between her thighs.
"What does it hateful?" he murmured gently.
"The 1 with whom we share our secrets."
"Then I am your humraaz," he said. "And you are mine."
― The Dating Programme
Liam's gaze shifted to her, and his face softened. Before he could enquire her what information technology meant and ruin the performance, she rose up on her toes, pressed her hands against his chest, and kissed him.
Without hesitation, Liam wrapped ane arm around her waist, pressed his rima oris confronting hers, and bent her over backward in a total-on pic osculation.
Her breath hitched and her lips softened. His lips were business firm and cool and tasted of coffee and something sweetness. He slipped his natural language into her mouth and for a moment she thought her heart had stopped. Only it didn't matter. Upside down, in forepart of her piece of work colleagues, she was the adult female she always wanted to exist.
And then she was upwards and back on her feet, lips tingling, an ache of desire between her thighs.
"What does it hateful?" he murmured gently.
"The 1 with whom we share our secrets."
"Then I am your humraaz," he said. "And you are mine."
― The Dating Programme
"if you want something, get after it. Don't let fear concur you back. Take your hazard. Live a life of no regrets. And don't arraign yourself if it goes incorrect. People have their ain journey and it has nothing to do with you."
― The Dating Plan
― The Dating Plan
"I will never end loving you. That'south why I have to get."
― The Dating Program
― The Dating Program
"We don't need a plan. Nosotros'll tell them the truth. We met when we needed to meet. We found each other when nosotros needed to be found. We fell in love considering information technology was meant to be. And you became mine at a coach end in the rain."
― The Dating Programme
― The Dating Programme
"...and her grinning would brand my eye sing, and I wasn't listening to the vocal."
― The Dating Plan
― The Dating Plan
"What are you doing here?"
He shoved one manus in his pocket. "I need a wife."
"And you came here..." She searched for an explanation for his outlandish statement. "Because you thought a company that sells feminine care products might besides have a supply of women available for marriage? I tin get to the stock room if you lot want and see what we have on the shelf. Are yous looking for a blonde or a brunette? I estimate it doesn't matter whether she likes you or not."
"It's not just for me," Liam explained, pulling his hand out of his pocket. "I demand a wife to preserve my family legacy."
"And then you desire to breed her? Skillful to know. That takes Margie and Joan out of the running. They're both in their sixties."
He dropped to one genu and held out a blue velvet box. "I want you. Marry me, Daisy."
Of all the things she'd expected him to say, "Marry me," did not even make the pinnacle thousand. For a long moment, all she could practice was stand and stare.
"I recall you take me confused with someone who would even want to be in the same room as you lot, much less midweek you subsequently such a romantic proposal."
― The Dating Plan
He shoved one manus in his pocket. "I need a wife."
"And you came here..." She searched for an explanation for his outlandish statement. "Because you thought a company that sells feminine care products might besides have a supply of women available for marriage? I tin get to the stock room if you lot want and see what we have on the shelf. Are yous looking for a blonde or a brunette? I estimate it doesn't matter whether she likes you or not."
"It's not just for me," Liam explained, pulling his hand out of his pocket. "I demand a wife to preserve my family legacy."
"And then you desire to breed her? Skillful to know. That takes Margie and Joan out of the running. They're both in their sixties."
He dropped to one genu and held out a blue velvet box. "I want you. Marry me, Daisy."
Of all the things she'd expected him to say, "Marry me," did not even make the pinnacle thousand. For a long moment, all she could practice was stand and stare.
"I recall you take me confused with someone who would even want to be in the same room as you lot, much less midweek you subsequently such a romantic proposal."
― The Dating Plan
"No physical contact means no sex."
"Ever?" Liam didn't like ultimatums. "What if you beg for information technology?"
"I have never begged for sexual practice in my life."
A tedious, sensual grin spread across his face up. "You've never been with me."
"I'm not sleeping with you, Liam," she said firmly. "And no developing feelings, either. This is solely a business concern system. I'll include my terms and weather condition when I ship you the final plan." She took a flick of the whiteboard and then wiped information technology clean. "I'll go get Tyler."
"Daisy?"
She looked back over her shoulder equally she reached for the door. "Yes?"
"What if I beg?"
"I'll throw you a bone."
― The Dating Plan
"Ever?" Liam didn't like ultimatums. "What if you beg for information technology?"
"I have never begged for sexual practice in my life."
A tedious, sensual grin spread across his face up. "You've never been with me."
"I'm not sleeping with you, Liam," she said firmly. "And no developing feelings, either. This is solely a business concern system. I'll include my terms and weather condition when I ship you the final plan." She took a flick of the whiteboard and then wiped information technology clean. "I'll go get Tyler."
"Daisy?"
She looked back over her shoulder equally she reached for the door. "Yes?"
"What if I beg?"
"I'll throw you a bone."
― The Dating Plan
"LIAM: Why aren't you asleep?
DAISY: I get upward every forenoon at 5:45 a.thou. to piece of work out.
LIAM: I don't get up at 5:45 a.m. to sleep as long as possible.
DAISY: That's why nosotros would never piece of work in existent life. Nosotros're dissimilar.
LIAM: I could turn you to the dark side. Come and sleep with me."
― The Dating Program
DAISY: I get upward every forenoon at 5:45 a.thou. to piece of work out.
LIAM: I don't get up at 5:45 a.m. to sleep as long as possible.
DAISY: That's why nosotros would never piece of work in existent life. Nosotros're dissimilar.
LIAM: I could turn you to the dark side. Come and sleep with me."
― The Dating Program
"He hadn't wanted her before and he didn't want her now---not the way she'd always imagined. No one wanted someone "weirdly smart" who preferred action figures to dolls, and math puzzles to fairy tales. Her mother had come up dorsum afterward a twelve-year absence to tell her then.
A disturbance at the door caught her attention. Rochelle had only brought Liam into the coming together and was eating him upward with her optics as he shook hands with Brad and Tyler.
Why was it so unbelievable that he would want to marry her? Why did she still hear her mother'due south voice in her head?
Imitation or not, he was her fiancé, and in this game of pretend, a human being like him loved a girl similar her, and it wasn't okay for Rochelle to exist slithering over to steal her man."
― The Dating Plan
A disturbance at the door caught her attention. Rochelle had only brought Liam into the coming together and was eating him upward with her optics as he shook hands with Brad and Tyler.
Why was it so unbelievable that he would want to marry her? Why did she still hear her mother'due south voice in her head?
Imitation or not, he was her fiancé, and in this game of pretend, a human being like him loved a girl similar her, and it wasn't okay for Rochelle to exist slithering over to steal her man."
― The Dating Plan
"Daisy.. expect."
She spun to confront him. "I don't owe you annihilation."
"What if I beg?"
― The Dating Plan
She spun to confront him. "I don't owe you annihilation."
"What if I beg?"
― The Dating Plan
"Allow'south drink to broken families and damaged souls."
― The Dating Plan
― The Dating Plan
"She slid her free paw over his shoulder, soft breasts burdensome against his chest. All his blood rushed down to his groin, taking with information technology the last vestiges of his rational thought. He locked his artillery around her, pulling her so close he could feel each gentle breath as an exquisite stroke on his cock. Raw desire coursed through his veins every bit his easily skimmed over the sugariness softness of her curves.
"Someone is watching us through the window," she murmured, her jiff warm on his cheek.
"All the more reason to put on a good show." With one hand on her nape, he tipped back her head and covered her mouth with his own.
A moan escaped her lips, filling his caput with thoughts of tangled sheets, banging headboards, sweat-slicked skin, and the realization of a fantasy that had consumed him dark after sleepless nighttime since she'd turned sixteen and he'd realized she wasn't a petty girl anymore.
He parted her lips with the gentle slide of his tongue, touching, tasting, savoring, pausing between heady sips to let her essence dance over his sense of taste buds. With every breath he inhaled the fresh odor of wildflowers in a rain-soaked meadow, the grassy lawn where they'd played catch in the summer sunday. He'd known she was smart and fun and beautiful. Merely this osculation. These feelings. The throbbing rut of desire. Information technology was all completely new."
― The Dating Plan
"Someone is watching us through the window," she murmured, her jiff warm on his cheek.
"All the more reason to put on a good show." With one hand on her nape, he tipped back her head and covered her mouth with his own.
A moan escaped her lips, filling his caput with thoughts of tangled sheets, banging headboards, sweat-slicked skin, and the realization of a fantasy that had consumed him dark after sleepless nighttime since she'd turned sixteen and he'd realized she wasn't a petty girl anymore.
He parted her lips with the gentle slide of his tongue, touching, tasting, savoring, pausing between heady sips to let her essence dance over his sense of taste buds. With every breath he inhaled the fresh odor of wildflowers in a rain-soaked meadow, the grassy lawn where they'd played catch in the summer sunday. He'd known she was smart and fun and beautiful. Merely this osculation. These feelings. The throbbing rut of desire. Information technology was all completely new."
― The Dating Plan
"He'd kissed dozens of women and none of them had ever affected him this manner. None had ever tasted of sunshine. None had fabricated him question what was real."
― The Dating Plan
― The Dating Plan
"Her jiff hitched when he slid a thick finger into her wet oestrus. Slow. Business firm. Agonizingly succulent.
"Y'all're so wet," he murmured. "It really did turn y'all on."
"You turn me on." She biconvex against him, pleasure rippling through her core. Sam pushed another finger inside, angling to castor confronting her sugariness spot.
"I thought you needed me, like right now," she panted as he palmed her breast through her apparel.
"I need to give you pleasure first." His heated gaze trapped her, made her insides tighten.
"So yous're a gentleman sex animal." She wrapped her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through the softness of his pilus. His shoulders were and then broad, his neck corded with muscle. But unlike Harman's steroid-enhanced physique, Sam's perfect body was real.
"I don't feel similar a gentleman." His voice was deeper than normal, thick and hoarse. He teased her nipple to a superlative through her clothes. "The things I want to do to you right at present are every bit far from gentlemanly every bit you can become."
― The Marriage Game
"Y'all're so wet," he murmured. "It really did turn y'all on."
"You turn me on." She biconvex against him, pleasure rippling through her core. Sam pushed another finger inside, angling to castor confronting her sugariness spot.
"I thought you needed me, like right now," she panted as he palmed her breast through her apparel.
"I need to give you pleasure first." His heated gaze trapped her, made her insides tighten.
"So yous're a gentleman sex animal." She wrapped her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through the softness of his pilus. His shoulders were and then broad, his neck corded with muscle. But unlike Harman's steroid-enhanced physique, Sam's perfect body was real.
"I don't feel similar a gentleman." His voice was deeper than normal, thick and hoarse. He teased her nipple to a superlative through her clothes. "The things I want to do to you right at present are every bit far from gentlemanly every bit you can become."
― The Marriage Game
"I miss him. I experience similar a part of me is gone. It started out as a game just somewhere along the mode information technology became existent and I... How tin can two people love each other and not be together?"
― The Dating Plan
― The Dating Plan
"Who else would detect her at a bus stop in the pelting?"
― The Dating Plan
― The Dating Plan
"She wiggled below Sam merely his hard, heavy trunk was impossible to movement, and the more she squirmed, the harder a certain part of it seemed to get.
"I thought you said no missionary," he whispered.
"Oh my God," she raged, keeping her voice low. "Are you getting off on this?"
"I'm a human. You're rubbing yourself all over me. What did you call up was going to happen?"
"I thought yous were all about self-control." Something she seemed to be lacking at the moment. Fire licked betwixt her thighs. And the heat... She felt similar molten lava was running through her veins.
"Not effectually you."
― The Marriage Game
"I thought you said no missionary," he whispered.
"Oh my God," she raged, keeping her voice low. "Are you getting off on this?"
"I'm a human. You're rubbing yourself all over me. What did you call up was going to happen?"
"I thought yous were all about self-control." Something she seemed to be lacking at the moment. Fire licked betwixt her thighs. And the heat... She felt similar molten lava was running through her veins.
"Not effectually you."
― The Marriage Game
"Sweating and bleeding, his shirt torn, thick hair now a tangled mop, he crawled upwards the steep incline until he reached the window.
He knocked.
She lifted the window the tiniest fleck. "Yes?"
Puzzled, he frowned. "You asked me to come."
"Oh." She shook her head, feigning confusion. "That was ages ago. I'one thousand about to become to slumber."
― The Dating Plan
He knocked.
She lifted the window the tiniest fleck. "Yes?"
Puzzled, he frowned. "You asked me to come."
"Oh." She shook her head, feigning confusion. "That was ages ago. I'one thousand about to become to slumber."
― The Dating Plan
"It'southward not almost the ride. Information technology's about who is in the pillion seat."
― The Dating Plan
― The Dating Plan
"Perhaps I could pay you another way..."
His middle skipped a beat, and for a moment he idea his fantasy of her in those boots on his desk but might come true. "I'chiliad all ears, sweetheart. And a whole lot of something else."
― The Marriage Game
His middle skipped a beat, and for a moment he idea his fantasy of her in those boots on his desk but might come true. "I'chiliad all ears, sweetheart. And a whole lot of something else."
― The Marriage Game
"At that place was beauty in the simplicity of programming. If something was illogical, it merely wouldn't work."
― The Dating Program
― The Dating Program
"I take a sweet molar and I am non ashamed. That's all there is to it. No need to mention donuts at all."
"How about buns?"
She looked dorsum over her shoulder and caught him staring at her donkey. She was wearing a tight blackness skirt for no other reason than she'd had a foreign urge to feel sexy after Hassan shredded her the other day.
She gave a lilliputian wiggle before she walked into the eating house and was rewarded with the sound of his abrupt intake of breath.
"Layla?"
"Yes?" She turned in the doorway, caught a cheeky grinning.
"I like sweet things, too."
― The Marriage Game
"How about buns?"
She looked dorsum over her shoulder and caught him staring at her donkey. She was wearing a tight blackness skirt for no other reason than she'd had a foreign urge to feel sexy after Hassan shredded her the other day.
She gave a lilliputian wiggle before she walked into the eating house and was rewarded with the sound of his abrupt intake of breath.
"Layla?"
"Yes?" She turned in the doorway, caught a cheeky grinning.
"I like sweet things, too."
― The Marriage Game
"Life was easier without the messy entanglement of emotions."
― The Dating Program
― The Dating Program
"If you exercise something stupid, like propose to a woman who hates y'all to get a distillery you lot don't need and have no time to run, that'south when things actually become tough."
― The Dating Plan
― The Dating Plan
"When he returned to the bed, she drew his mouth to her breast, holding him to her as he electrified every inch of her peel with gentle nips and deep sucking pressure. Her body melted into the bed, every bit he kissed her all the mode down, departing her legs with his broad shoulders to bare her to the magic of his tongue. He knew but where to touch, where to lick, and what she needed to send her over the edge, shattering her world into estrus and light and wrenching pleasure.
"I want to be inside you." His low, gravelly whisper sent erotic tingles over her pare.
Languid with release, yet desperate for more, she answered him with a kiss. He rifled in his pocket for a condom and deftly rolled it on.
"Are you hot for me?" He pushed a thick finger inside her and the delicious awareness made her arch off the bed.
"Yes." Her words came in a breathless rush. "Now. I want you at present."
"Say the magic words."
Her desire raged, fuzzed her brain with animalism. "Please?"
"No."
Daisy groaned. "No games."
"Say my name."
This time there were no secrets between them. This fourth dimension she wanted him for who he was.
"Liam," she murmured. "My Liam."
His heated gaze never left her equally he drew upwardly her legs and thrust deep. Molten heat streamed through her veins, threatening to incinerate her. She cupped his neck, pulling him forward. "Don't stop."
"Never." With long, powerful strokes he drove into her, stoking her passion. When her legs began to shake, he took her rima oris in a hot, wet kiss, and then he hammered into her, arms corded, hips rocking, sweat beading on his brow. She grabbed his shoulders, defenseless his rhythm, tension spiraling inside her until she was swept away in a tidal moving ridge of sensation, her insides clenching in a deep, pulsing rush of pleasure. Liam threw his head back, his body going rock difficult as he joined her in release."
― The Dating Plan
"I want to be inside you." His low, gravelly whisper sent erotic tingles over her pare.
Languid with release, yet desperate for more, she answered him with a kiss. He rifled in his pocket for a condom and deftly rolled it on.
"Are you hot for me?" He pushed a thick finger inside her and the delicious awareness made her arch off the bed.
"Yes." Her words came in a breathless rush. "Now. I want you at present."
"Say the magic words."
Her desire raged, fuzzed her brain with animalism. "Please?"
"No."
Daisy groaned. "No games."
"Say my name."
This time there were no secrets between them. This fourth dimension she wanted him for who he was.
"Liam," she murmured. "My Liam."
His heated gaze never left her equally he drew upwardly her legs and thrust deep. Molten heat streamed through her veins, threatening to incinerate her. She cupped his neck, pulling him forward. "Don't stop."
"Never." With long, powerful strokes he drove into her, stoking her passion. When her legs began to shake, he took her rima oris in a hot, wet kiss, and then he hammered into her, arms corded, hips rocking, sweat beading on his brow. She grabbed his shoulders, defenseless his rhythm, tension spiraling inside her until she was swept away in a tidal moving ridge of sensation, her insides clenching in a deep, pulsing rush of pleasure. Liam threw his head back, his body going rock difficult as he joined her in release."
― The Dating Plan
"That will be $22.95." He held out a hand, and this fourth dimension she laughed, the total, delightful belly chuckle he remembered from the past.
"How most I buy you dinner when we get to the Shark Tank instead?" she offered.
"I don't believe that's on our dating plan, Ms. Patel." He pulled out his telephone. "Permit me run into... Hmm. Information technology appears that we've already crossed off the dinner selection."
Daisy shrugged. "If you don't like their roast beefiness sandwiches..."
"With horseradish?"
"And beer."
Liam stroked his mentum equally if considering. "Double order of chips?"
"Each."
"And for dessert?" he asked.
"Fried Oreos, of form."
He tucked abroad his phone. "For you, I'm willing to get 'off plan."
― The Dating Plan
"How most I buy you dinner when we get to the Shark Tank instead?" she offered.
"I don't believe that's on our dating plan, Ms. Patel." He pulled out his telephone. "Permit me run into... Hmm. Information technology appears that we've already crossed off the dinner selection."
Daisy shrugged. "If you don't like their roast beefiness sandwiches..."
"With horseradish?"
"And beer."
Liam stroked his mentum equally if considering. "Double order of chips?"
"Each."
"And for dessert?" he asked.
"Fried Oreos, of form."
He tucked abroad his phone. "For you, I'm willing to get 'off plan."
― The Dating Plan
"I recollect yous need to become to know me improve," he said, nuzzling the slim cavalcade of her pharynx. "Then you'll know my perfect match when yous see her."
"Mmmm." She tipped her head to the side, giving him better access. "Adept idea. I really shouldn't have jumped into this without doing the proper research. Usually I know the people I'thousand matching, but y'all are still a bit of a mystery."
A grin spread across his face up. "I am open to being unraveled."
― The Singles Tabular array
"Mmmm." She tipped her head to the side, giving him better access. "Adept idea. I really shouldn't have jumped into this without doing the proper research. Usually I know the people I'thousand matching, but y'all are still a bit of a mystery."
A grin spread across his face up. "I am open to being unraveled."
― The Singles Tabular array
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