“Seriously, just find yourself a rebound.” Dean whips up his arm. “I volunteer as tribute.

”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“You know, I don’t think we’re dealing with a Bella’s-magical-blood situation here.”
“No?”
“No. I think you’ve imprinted on this girl’s pussy.”
… “What do you mean?”
“I mean you’re facing a Jacob quandary. You imprinted on her pussy, and now it’s the only
pussy you can think about. You exist solely for this pussy. Like Jacob and that weird mutant
baby.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“I do what I want, when I want. And I don’t give a shit what people think about me.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“I’m adorable, first off. My sense of humor is stellar—obvs.”

“Obvs,” she echoes dryly.
“I’m extraordinarily skilled in the art of conversation.”
She nods. “When it’s about yourself, of course.”
“Of course.” I pretend to think it over some more. “Oh, and I’m a mind reader. No lie. I always
know what the other person is thinking.”
“Yeah? What am I thinking right now?” Allie challenges.
“That you want me to shut up and fuck you again.”
She shakes her head in dismay. “Goddamn it. That’s actually what I was thinking.”
I smirk at her and tap my forehead. “Told ya. Mind reader.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“Okay, so here’s our plan for tonight. First we’ll bone down to take the edge off. Then
we’ll order a pizza and replenish our energy, and after that, round two. Sound good?”
… “Have you considered seeing a psychiatrist about your delusions?” I ask politely.
“Because, sweetie, there's no chance in hell of us boning tonight.”
“Fine. How about we go down on each other instead?”
“How about you leave?”
“Counter offer - I stay and we dry hump.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“I glare at my sister with enough force to make her wince. “Not one word out of you,” I
snap. “And don’t think I didn’t feel you kick me right before I passed out. Who does
that, Summer? Who kicks a man when he’s down?” From the corner of my eye, I see
Tucker sink to the floor. He buries his face in his hands, shaking with laughter.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“surprised his head doesn’t spin and his eyeballs don’t bug out. “Um.” His gaze bounces
around the bathroom like a rubber ball. He looks at the towel rack, where his cargo
pants are hanging. He looks at the bathtub, where I’m lounging like Cleo-fucking-patra.
He looks at the bubbles surrounding my body like a fluffy white cloud. And then he
looks at Winston. “Dude,” I blurt out. “It’s not what it looks like.” “Nope, nope, nope, I
don’t want to know!”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“See, if you take away my dick privileges, I’ll be fine for months. Years, even. But if I take
away your pussy privileges? You’ll be utterly lost. Like a drowning man at sea, desperately
grabbing for the vagina preserver.” She beams. “Therefore, vagina trumps penis.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“He looks at the bathtub, where I’m lounging like Cleo-fucking-patra.”

― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“There are five unread messages on the screen, which is what happens when you’re the
meat in a hot girl sandwich. Threesomes trump checking your phone. That’s a no-
brainer.

Logan: Hey, bro, Wellsy’s friend Allie is crashing at our place this weekend.

Logan: Keep your dick in your pants. G and I aren’t in the mood to beat u senseless if u
try something. Wellsy might be in the mood for violence, tho. So: dick = pants = don’t
bother our guest.

Hannah: Allie’s staying with u guys til Sunday. She’s in a vulnerable place right now.
Don’t take advantage of her or else I’ll be unhappy. And u don’t want to make me
unhappy, do u?
I snicker. Hannah, diplomatic as always. I quickly scan the last two messages.

Garrett: Allie’s gonna crash in my room.

Garrett: Your dick can stay in your room.

Jeez, what is everybody’s fascination with my dick?”

― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“Hey, Heaven? Dean Di Laurentis here. Thanks for letting me visit.”

― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“He looks at the bathtub, where I’m lounging like Cleo-fucking-patra.”

― Elle Kennedy, The Score
“I’m not ready to be with anyone else yet.”
“Sure you are. Seriously, just find yourself a rebound.” Dean whips up his arm. “I volunteer as
tribute.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“Whatcha making?” I call out to Tucker. “Soup,” he calls back. “And baking some bread.” I
sigh. “Sometimes I worry about him,” I tell Allie. “The more domestic he gets, the bigger the
risk of his penis falling off.” She tsks in disapproval. “Sexist bastard.” “I think you mean sexy
bastard,” I say helpfully. “No, I got it right the first time.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“Dean Di Laurentis is in my blood now. I didn’t expect the intense sexual chemistry between us,
but it’s here, and it’s addictive, and I don’t know how I can ever give it up.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“Get over yourself,” I mutter. “I'd be wet if any guy was rubbing up against me.”
“Bull. Fucking. Shit.” His thumb brushes my clit. I almost fall over.
“It's me. You want me.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score
“I know women. And when they clam up like this? They’re not just working one thought over in
their brains. Nope, they’re constructing a complicated web of scenarios and what ifs, each
thread layering over another, thickening and twisting until suddenly they’re mad about
something that never even occurred to you.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“I mean you’re facing a Jacob quandary. You imprinted on her pussy, and now it’s the only
pussy you can think about. You exist solely for this pussy. Like Jacob and that weird mutant
baby.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“I’m adorable, first off. My sense of humor is stellar—obvs.”

“Obvs,” she echoes dryly.
“I’m extraordinarily skilled in the art of conversation.”
She nods. “When it’s about yourself, of course.”
“Of course.” I pretend to think it over some more. “Oh, and I’m a mind reader. No lie. I always
know what the other person is thinking.”
“Yeah? What am I thinking right now?” Allie challenges.
“That you want me to shut up and fuck you again.”
She shakes her head in dismay. “Goddamn it. That’s actually what I was thinking.”
I smirk at her and tap my forehead. “Told ya. Mind reader.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“I know women. And when they clam up like this? They’re not just working one thought over in
their brains. Nope, they’re constructing a complicated web of scenarios and what ifs, each
thread layering over another, thickening and twisting until suddenly they’re mad about
something that never even occurred to you.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“surprised his head doesn’t spin and his eyeballs don’t bug out. “Um.” His gaze bounces
around the bathroom like a rubber ball. He looks at the towel rack, where his cargo
pants are hanging. He looks at the bathtub, where I’m lounging like Cleo-fucking-patra.
He looks at the bubbles surrounding my body like a fluffy white cloud. And then he
looks at Winston. “Dude,” I blurt out. “It’s not what it looks like.” “Nope, nope, nope, I
don’t want to know!”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score
“There are five unread messages on the screen, which is what happens when you’re the
meat in a hot girl sandwich. Threesomes trump checking your phone. That’s a no-
brainer.

Logan: Hey, bro, Wellsy’s friend Allie is crashing at our place this weekend.

Logan: Keep your dick in your pants. G and I aren’t in the mood to beat u senseless if u
try something. Wellsy might be in the mood for violence, tho. So: dick = pants = don’t
bother our guest.

Hannah: Allie’s staying with u guys til Sunday. She’s in a vulnerable place right now.
Don’t take advantage of her or else I’ll be unhappy. And u don’t want to make me
unhappy, do u?

I snicker. Hannah, diplomatic as always. I quickly scan the last two messages.

Garrett: Allie’s gonna crash in my room.

Garrett: Your dick can stay in your room.

Jeez, what is everybody’s fascination with my dick?”

― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“I know women. And when they clam up like this? They’re not just working one thought over in
their brains. Nope, they’re constructing a complicated web of scenarios and what ifs, each
thread layering over another, thickening and twisting until suddenly they’re mad about
something that never even occurred to you.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“I know women. And when they clam up like this? They’re not just working one thought over in
their brains. Nope, they’re constructing a complicated web of scenarios and what ifs, each
thread layering over another, thickening and twisting until suddenly they’re mad about
something that never even occurred to you.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score