Flirtatious Quote Novels & Stories

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.”

“You obviously say yes, Olivia. What else?” Olivia hesitated. “I mean, yeah, of course, but should I sound casual? Like, ‘Sure, see you then’ or maybe something a little more flirty?” I don't want him to think I am too thirsty But you are…Sophia teased Mia gasped. “Flirty, for sure. You need to make it clear you’re interested.” Sophia tilted her head. “Or, keep it light. Let him chase a little, make him work for it.”

He raised an eyebrow, asking me the same question that had been going through my head like a song playing on repeat. "I don't know." I answered him sincerely. "Elena, if I asked you something now? Would you tell me your honest answer?" He wondered with a raised eyebrow and I nodded, suddenly feeling a surge of anxiety, endearing what ge could possibly have for me this time. "I don't deserve it but would you be my..." he stopped to sigh, inhale and then exhale sharply. "Would you like to be my partner? Girlfriend feels like such an immature word and also I totally understand if you'd rather not take the offer, I totally understand, I'm not-" I cut him off with a hard kiss crashing against his

“You can’t win an argument with me because God knows I’m far too pretty to lose.” That made him turn all the way toward me, one brow lifting slightly, his gaze moving from my mouth back to my eyes. “No,” he said softly. “I can’t win an argument with you because every time you start talking like that, I stop caring who’s right.” Damn him. Seriously, damn him. “I hate it when you turn romantic without permission,” I muttered. “I can arrange to get permission first next time.” “Don’t formalize flirting. It’s horrifying.” He laughed again.

“Robert Heineken once said, ‘A true lady takes off her dignity with her clothes and does her whorish best.’” “I love that quote of yours. Shows you’ve been doing your assignment. I’m glad you are not angry with me anymore.” “I hope you can show me how much I mean to you – more than anything in this world or out of this world.” “I will show you to the point you’d be screaming my name; forgetting yours,” I said to her. “I’m wet already, but it’s not too late to eat this pussy. I want to sit on your face and cum so hard for you.”

"Yes. I've been hit many times." Her expression fell. She shook her head. "I'm going to kill those idiots in the Valley. Hit on is a term used when someone flirts with you. Tries to get in your pants. Take you to bed. Play doctor. Hide the salami. Get your freak on. Bump uglies." She raised her brows. I shook my head. "No. No one has ever flirted with me before." I tipped my head to the side. "At least not that I know of. Only my men have ever said they wanted to bed me. The others just took what they wanted from me."

I was unconsciously drooling. Host! the system sounded exhausted. "If you ever need a wife..." "..." "I am available." "..." He pauses. Just for one second. Only one. "Wait, that sounded way better when I said it in my head." "You are shameless," he mumbled, walking away. Host! Current Flirting Score: 2/100. Congratulations. You have successfully made the atmosphere colder. Why were all the handsome men in this world emotionally constipated? Was smiling illegal? Did beastmen lose facial muscles after adulthood?

Martha questions the confusion evident on her face. "Leave," I repeat, not caring if I sound like an ass; it's best if Martha stays away from me anyways. "Uh, is there anything I can do.. to errr… help you?" Martha asks as she stands, her eyes tracing every inch of my body. "Unless you want me to bend you over my desk and fuck you until you can't walk, I suggest you leave now," I growl out, not caring about keeping up my friendly, easy-going multimillionaire persona.

I ask before I can kill the words for ever existing. “That’s a matter of taste, which you still lack.” He laughs. “Flirting is much simpler. People are people. They want to laugh, to blush, to know you’re interested in them. Nothing more.” Finally, one of the larger logs starts to smolder, putting off a plume of smoke. “The gentleman we’re talking about—” “No. Questions.”

"Just remember, I’m the cool aunt with the killer curves and the best jokes. Your friends are gonna be so jealous when you tell them about me." She rolled her eyes, still smiling. "Yeah, because every kid wants an aunt with a ‘butt apartment.’" I struck another pose, hands on my hips. "Exactly! I’m setting trends here, Fliss. Just you wait—next thing you know, everyone’s gonna want one." Fliss shook her head, laughing so hard she had to wipe tears from her eyes. "You're the best, Viviane." I walked over and ruffled her hair gently. "And you, my love, are the coolest niece on the planet. Now, tell me—does this lipstick say ‘fierce,’ or should I go with ‘don’t mess with me’?"