Flirty Lines Novels & Stories

I roared in Amy's grip and he bit his lower lips seductively before shaking his head simultaneously in a mockery way, with a laugh lingering on his lips. “I am guessing you do not know the meaning of flirt, but as much as you want to see it that way then it's fine, 'cause even your woman could not resist my advanced flirt.......” He retorted calmly yet savagely, giving Amy a side eye, and her expression was so annoying, it literally made me cring. Her eyes were so narrow in fear and she looked like a cat placed on a hot Iron...

I take a sip of the champagne. “Are you trying to flirt with me, Stone?” “Is it working?” “We’re fake dating, you don’t have to flirt.” “What if I want to?” She smiles and rolls her lips inwards; I can see the cogs in her mind moving. “It would be okay, I guess.” “You guess, or you’d like me to flirt with you, Petal?”

"You know, they say that kissing is a language of love, so would you mind starting a conversation with me?" "You're not going to give up, are you?" "Nope," I popped, "not until you give in," "I'm being the mature one and keeping things the way they are by being on top of the whole situation. Don't frustrate me, Mordecai." She threatened, pointing her slim finger at me. I wiggled a suggestive brow at her. "I’m always on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?" "Are you seriously turning everything I say into a flirt line?" She whisper-yelled. "And stop undressing me with your eyes!" I smiled innocently.

I leaned back in my chair at the dining table, my phone resting loosely in my hand, and asked myself a very simple question. What exactly do you say to a perverted freak who only wants to sleep with you? More importantly, would he even reply now? Things had changed. He was no longer an investor at Greenleaf Med. I sighed softly, my eyes dropping to the screen again. I typed quickly, not giving myself room to hesitate again. ‘Hey there handsome, it’s been a while. Do you have a moment for us to talk?’ I read it again. It was simple. Flirty enough I guess.

“When you flirt with me—what is that supposed to be?” I hesitated. She noticed immediately. “There it is.” “I don’t have a clean answer for you,” I said. “And you deserve one.” “Then do not flirt,” she said flatly. “Do not look at me like that. Do not blur lines you’re not willing to acknowledge.” I nodded. “That is fair.” She watched me closely. “Can you do that?” “Yes,” I said. “I can.” Her shoulders sagged slightly, like she’d been holding herself upright on pure will alone.

“But I’d like to.” Elara’s fingers tightened around the coat ticket. “Is this your usual exit line?” His smile deepened, but his gaze sharpened. “Only when I’m not letting someone exit.” It was the kind of line she should have brushed off, maybe even rolled her eyes at. But there was intent in it, not just flirtation, but calculation. “I have somewhere to be,” she said, stepping around him. He didn’t stop her this time. Just let his eyes follow her, a quiet promise lingering in the air.

Confusion slipped through my features as I pushed the hair flopping into my eyes back. His eyes mirrored the moonlight as they snapped to mine before anger slowly raged in them. He removed his fingers from his throat. “Trying to puke out every butterfly that fluttered in my stomach write now” A teasing smile curved my lips as I stared down at him. “Did you just insinuate that I make you feel butterflies?” Flynn’s lips parted, his soft facial features knitting together in disbelief. “You wish!” A flood of pink rushed to his cheeks as he got to his feet and kicked some sand at me.

"Lucy, I've just told you that I'm lusting over you, yet you dare to come this close to me?" Listening to his voice, Lucy felt the urge to retort. She raised her eyebrows and leaned toward him. "What, you're allowed to flirt with me but I'm not allowed to throw myself at you?" Lincoln narrowed his eyes. "You're seriously playing with fire here." Lucy leaned even closer, with a hint of provocation in her eyes. "What, scared? It's not like I haven't done it before," she said softly. "Scared?" Lincoln raised his head with a smile. "I'm afraid you'll be begging for mercy in a bit."

she said, turning her attention outside the car’s window. “It’s not simple if it means someone is harassing you, Ara. I’m just busy, but you can call or send me messages like you used to do.” “That's why I don’t want to bother you. You're too busy with your girlfriends,” she muttered absentmindedly. “Girlfriends? What? I don't even have one.” “Oh, then, flings,” she said sarcastically. “Wait, Ara. Where did you get that idea?” “Aside from Miss Ruth, you have that Girlie. If Miss Ruth is not your girlfriend and you have a one-night stand with that Girlie. Isn't it called 'fling' when you're not in a relationship but something strange is happening between you two?”

She bit her lower lip and moaned silently as if she was in pain. Fuck. These fucking sluts always flirt with me by using the cheapest shot, but they always manage to turn me on. Apparently, my loser brother is good at nothing, but he always has a way of finding the top whores and escorts in both worlds. "I must have fucked you before somewhere. It's a sin to forget your tits." Dirty talk in a tender voice. Girls dig that. The blonde rolled her eyes and leaned against Lycidas, who was turning white and red at the same time.