Quite Willing Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“No. You found it.” “And I’m telling you to take it,” I insist, tightly. “This is my fault. Andy wanted to get back at me. You shouldn’t get caught in the cross hairs.” Quill gives me a strange look and is quiet for a second before he accepts the flag. “You know,” his gaze is thoughtful as it rests on me, “I have a good sense of people. I’ve aways had it. When I first saw you, I knew you were a good person. You have a sharp tongue but a good heart. You’re a fair person.”

“Indeed I do. What do you want to know?” “What are you willing to talk about?” “Anything that isn’t painful.” “Very well.”

Warm and wet and willing. Her legs slowly parting for him and her feminine scent drowning his wolf. Making his beast growl hungrily in his throat. Her pale skin made the pale pink of her nipples seem that much darker. It trailed down to the flat of her belly and her small navel. Which flared into her slim hips. Adept for running. She was so petite that he knew fitting inside her would feel like sinking into a well-suited glove. Her walls easing around him as if wanting to suck him further. Her breaths coming in quick pants as her body adjusted to being filled by a man’s flesh.

Before he could finish extracting it from his pocket, one of his neighborhood friends, a thin brunette nicknamed Tangy peeped out from the back door. "Come on, you guys. Mrs. Weiss is about to make a speech." They all jumped to their feet and filed toward the house, some singing at the top of their lungs as they went, but all noise ceased when they got past the back door. Mrs. W had a strong reputation for taking no nonsense. **

“Uncle? Is something wrong?” “Valery…” Valery frowned. “Yes?” The King became uncharacteristically hesitant again. “You are one of the nominees.”

“Wait. How much are you willing to buy?” Bingo.

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

“We’ll talk about it later.” Mark looked confused. “So for now, you just want me to sit on the couch, cuddle with you and watch T.V.?”

“What are you willing to give?” I hesitated, confused. “I don’t know. What do you want?” “Just a little favor in exchange of secrets of the King's first mate”