Flirtatious Quote Novels & Stories

“Well, at least I can make you smile.” “I am not smi—” He suddenly leans towards me and I pause midway. A victorious smile appears on his face and he says, “Now, do you think I am still no good at flirting?” I slap and push the front of his face. “If startling women means flirting to you, then I feel bad for the next woman you ‌‌inflict that on.” “Prepare yourself then,” he says and sips on his bottle of whiskey. *******************

I raise my brows at him and bite my lip. I'm not used to all these attention from attractive men. Nick usually flirts with me and I'm never comfortable each time he looks at me. Like any given opportunity, Nick would fuck me against the wall. " You're a beautiful woman." He chuckles. " I'm sorry if you're not comfortable with flirty remarks. Can we go shop for this dress now?" Quill tilts his head to the shopping mall and I nod.

I stare at him, trying to keep up with the conversation. Why does that sound like flirting? “And tell me...” I say. “How would you impress a woman you’re attracted to?” His eyes stay locked on mine. “I’d offer her a window seat.” The air between us feels warmed, and I bite my lip to hide my silly smile. “You’re trying to impress me?” I ask. A slow, attractive smile spreads across his face. “How am I doing?” I smirk, not sure how to answer. “I’m only saying that I think you’re attractive, nothing more and nothing less. Don’t overthink it. It’s a statement, not a question.”

“Grew with you.” His eyes widened before he turned away quickly, muttering, “Yeah, you’re totally flirty.” I bit back my laugh. The last thing I wanted was to give the rich crowd around us a free show. “Are you saying flirty is a bad thing… or a good thing?” I asked, leaning closer. “It’s not bad exactly. Not good either,” he said, pointing his spoon at me. “So what is it, Eli?” I chuckled. He smirked. “Depends on the mood.”

His brows furrowed, and I shook my head. “Never mind. What I’m saying is that you sexual innuendos are disturbing.” “It was meant as a harmless flirting. No harm, no foul.” Dante said, shrugging like it was nothing. ‘An harmless flirting?! That wasn’t and harmless flirting of any kind?! ”To me, that wasn’t just an harmless flirting." I emphasised the last two words with an air quote. The small volcano of anger in me was simmering and almost ready to erupt.

West said breezily, shoving his hands into his pockets with the thumbs sticking out. I rolled my eyes. "What happened to quote-unquote I only flirt with girls I find attractive?" He turned his back to me, strolling back in the direction we came from. "Someone's petty." "Someone's a hypocrite," I placed a hand on my waist. He waved me goodbye, not looking back. "I'm not a hypocrite, Aditi. A good girl who's a bigger bad girl on the side? It doesn't get much better than that." Maybe my sixteen was sweet, after all.

Too damn cute. "Can I watch you? I want to see Florian suck you off." The young man gave him a flirtatious wink telling him that he should get on board with my suggestion while I started stroking my cock over my pants. We were still in our working attire minus our suit jackets and ties since I wanted to leave sooner. My love looked gorgeous and expensive, and Florian was also admiring the view.

he said ad quickly planted a kiss to me. I will be really embarrassed if Yvet will see us again kissing. “You are such a flirt,” I teased. He chuckled. “I am flirting with you only. Don’t you like it? The one who is flirting with you is handsome?” The he flashed a heart fluttering smile at me. I cannot deny that he is really handsome. Dashing. I didn’t answer him and turn off my laptop. I look at my wrist watch. It is already time. “Let’s go,” I said.

“What are you talking about?” “Oh, come on. You’re just as bad. You flirt and grin and do the charming things—or the blunt asshole. You know what you’re doing. I thought you were a lost cause. But here you are just… relaxing. Why don’t you just let yourself be like this all the time?”

He smiled, “Don’t go judging me because I only like meat.” “No judgment here.” I lift my hands in surrender, “I happen to enjoy a nice large piece of meat myself.” Okay, now I am flirting in a dirty way. He seems to have caught on. “I imagine you do.” He was flirting back. “I may just have the perfect piece for you.” He winked at me. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the indication of his comment. “I bet you do.”