Flirty Forty Novels & Stories

“Yeah. It’s for you to make sense of what I just said.” My gaze remained on him. “What is the connection between my flirtation and this contract?” “Be my flirting expert and the record deal is yours.” My eyes widened. I glanced at Mossy’s side. He’s mouth gaped too. What is this man saying? Was the coffee he drank so strong that he went nuts like this? Flirting expert? Is there a thing such as that? I scanned his chiseled face. He has thick eyebrows and dark cold eyes. It doesn’t make him look awful, honestly it makes him more powerful and attractive. He has a pointed long nose and thin pinkish lips, it’s more pinkish than mine! Is that even natural?

After all, I wanted it too, I hadn’t had sex for two months, and I was getting way to familiar with my right hand for my liking. She pulled back giving me the puppy dog face, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Not the face, Stripes, come on that’s not fair. Let’s just wait, okay? We’ve waited this long. This is what you wanted, so let’s stick to it.” She sighed dramatically and rolled me onto my back again, pressing her body on top of mine. “Fine. How about a sixty-eight then?” she suggested, raising one eyebrow. I had no idea what that was, but I sure liked the sound of it! “And what’s a sixty-eight?” I asked curiously, knowing I would do it anyway whatever it was. I was always up for new thin

He’s going to find out that I can be a naughty little temptress too. I stood up and gave him a flirty smile. I turned to the side, trying to be as sexy as one could be while stretching. I kept eye contact with him, as I spread my legs leaning over to touch my toes without bending my legs. He knew I was teasing him. His eyes turned possessive, and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. Still leaning over, I smiled at him again and gave him a wink. Then I leaned back up into my standing position.

"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."

“Then what must I do to win a beautiful woman like you?” My cheeks flared instantly, burning like I’d been hit with the summer sun. I licked my lips, the heat spreading through my face, and gave him a coy smile. “Okay, since you’re good-looking,” I said, trying to sound flirty but probably just sounding tipsy, “I’ll make it easy for you. But know this—I never make it easy for anyone. It’s just for you, okay?” The guy chuckled, “Sure. I’m lucky, then.”

Vermont's lip twitched, "Why do you care so much about your pension?" "What? Without it, how am I supposed to get money when I'm that old?" Vermont's lip quivered this time, "Do you really want me to only become a dad at forty-five?" "Hmm, forty-five does sound a little too old now." Felicity frowned, "Will you still be capable of having children at forty-five?" "Of course not. How about we move it earlier by fifteen years?"

"Angel investor, what angel investor? Just be my angel." "Forty million? You could offer me forty billion and I wouldn't want it. I only want you." The comments completely lost it. [so this is what a tech nerd's flirting sounds like? he's lethal!] [true love really is unstoppable! nervous around every other woman, but now he's a smooth-talking machine!] [too sweet! my blood sugar's about to spike!] I smiled and let it go, watching the view in front of me in silence. No rush. I had all the time in the world.

"Flatter? I'm now an old man, surely I don't know how to flatter young beautiful ladies like you. I'm simply telling the truth." "Who told you you've aged?" April asked with a fake shock on her face. "You don't think I am?" Mr. Lee grinned. "Surely I don't. In reality, you're still young and vibrant" April lied. One of her jobs was to flirt a little with her male big investors or buyers (goods). Inside her, she was screaming. 'Yes man, you're old. You should be fucking dead by now idiot' "Would you marry me if I asked then?"

Trixie asked with a dirty grin. “They have something to prove,” the group all roared with laughter at the comment from Ginger as she wiggled her tongue suggestively. “Seriously,” Trixie was earnest as she plonked her ass on the edge of her vanity next to Chastity’s. “In their twenties guys can barely control their dick to piss in a toilet without streaming it down the side. In their thirties, they’re virile and a little better trained but it’s still all about them. Once a man turns forty, it’s all about making sure their partner doesn’t think they can get it better elsewhere. They want to make sure you can’t walk straight. Toe curling, kick their forehead while you need to push them off your

"How old do you think I am?" Mitch frowned. "I don't know and frankly, I don't care. But if you want my age, well, tit for tat." He scratched his neck. "That's the first time any woman's ever asked me that." Just tell him. "I'm...forty-one." When he didn't say anything she opened her eyes to find him staring at her. "So?" "Didn't you hear what I said" I am forty-one years old. Forty. One. Years. Old."