Top 300 Sarina Bowen Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “Changing on the fly: the substitution of players between the ice and the bench while the clock is running.”

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252. “Because hope springs eternal. And you just never know.”

— Sarina Bowen

253. “We both just savor the connection. It’s like finding an object I thought I’d lost – I have to stop and admire it for a moment, wondering how something can be both familiar and unexpected.”

— Sarina Bowen

254. “We’re off, are we?” Grandpa lifts the apron over his head. “I just need five minutes to get beautiful.”

— Sarina Bowen

255. “I’m supposed to be here taking measurements, but I haven’t even brought a measuring tape. And it’s not the apartment I need to measure – it’s the size of my balls.”

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256. “He turned toward me wearing a typical, piercing Griff frown. It was so potent it should probably be its own word. Griffrown.”

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257. “At least somebody has fun in my bed.”

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258. “Kissing my way down her hairline, I pause at her ear. “First time I ever saw you, I wanted a kiss,” I whisper, punctuating it with a kiss on her cheekbone. “Now I’m totally spoiled. Forever.”

— Sarina Bowen

259. “I guess I’m turned on by philanthropy? Who knew.”

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260. “Baby, you had me at teammates. Please tell me there won’t be enough chairs and I’ll have to sit on one of their laps.”

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261. “Ugh. Betrayed by my subconscious.”

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262. “Their complaint is eight pages long, detailing instance after instance of inappropriate, homophobic language. And a few racial slurs, too. I drank a very large glass of scotch after reading it. I had no idea things were so bad.”

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263. “He breaks out in a huge smile. Rubs his hands together and then cracks his knuckles as if he’s preparing for a throwdown rather than a kiss.”

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264. “And now he was horny. His hand had moved, resting just above the waistband of his shorts. He gave the spot beneath his abs the tiniest of caresses, like he had an itch, but it was obvious he’d been hoping to do some strategic rearranging.”

— Sarina Bowen

265. “Still have your teeth?’ Benito asked, smiling.”

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266. “I cupped my aching balls and tried to take a deep breath. My chest was tight from wanting him. He was right there – his hip touching mine. I wanted to bend down and take him in my mouth. I wanted it so badly I could taste it.”

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267. “I don’t know why I fought you for so long.”

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268. “Because I’d wanted to touch him more than I’d wanted my next breath.”

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269. “But hope is tricky. She sneaks up on you even in unpredictable locations.”

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270. “Several curious heads turn in Jamie’s direction as he crosses the massive lobby. A flashbulb goes off, but still, he doesn’t stop. He keeps me trapped in a serious stare and erases the distance between us, and then he’s in front of me, those brown eyes twinkling playfully as he leans closer and – Kisses me.”

— Sarina Bowen

271. “The question now isn’t whether I want to fool around with this man. The question is how I’m ever going to give it up.”

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272. “Jamie doesn’t leave my side, though. He and I are the calm eye of a friendly, familial hurricane. And I hope the storm will never pass.”

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273. “He moves further onto the bed, making room for me. Then he beckons. And there isn’t enough money, fame or fortune in the world to keep me from obeying. I’m on that bed a second later. His arms reach for me, pull me in. We’re side by side, chest to chest. And Jamie Canning is kissing me again.”

— Sarina Bowen

274. “Isn’t that everybody, though? Who walks around every day feeling perfectly worthy of love?”

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275. “I was as good as resisting Griff Shipley as Homer Simpson was at resisting a donut.”

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276. “Fine. One more kiss,” I say in a grudging tone.”

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277. “Marriage under law is a union of equals,” she.”

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278. “Every touch was a command, as if I’d been placed on this earth to pleasure him. Judging from the way my body responded to his touch, perhaps I had.”

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279. “This is how it feels to get just what you need when you didn’t even know you needed it.”

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280. “So many things I thought I knew about my life were wrong. But that happened sometimes. All we can do is listen harder, hug harder and hope for the best.”

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281. “Last I saw him, he was sucking on a bottle of whiskey like he was trying to make it come.”

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282. “You’re not okay. And I’m the one who noticed.”

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283. “She and I were a dangerous combination. We needed cautionary signs like the ones hanging in the tractor shed over the cans of diesel fuel. WARNING: COMBUSTIBLE.”

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284. “Any chick but Jess Canning, that is. She’s my problem. And I can hardly even form the words in my mind, they’re so awful. I’m falling for her. But does she notice? No, no and no. My date is too busy fawning over the Irish chump on the stage.”

— Sarina Bowen

285. “Zach was beautiful on his worst day. But a horny Zach was a thing of fantasies.”

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286. “Back then, my whole world orbited around this man. Even now I feel my world tilt subtly in his direction. He has his own gravitational pull.”

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287. “That’s when he finally turns his head to look at me. As he rubs himself, he swallows, and I see his Adam’s apple bob roughly. “I need to know.”

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288. “I smile when he snakes one hand between the tight seal of our bodies, trying to find his cock. He’s burning up, his face and chest flushed with desire. When he bears down on my ass and groans in frustration, I take pity on my man and rise to my knees again, yanking his hips to pull him closer. The new angle makes him curse. His fingers seek out his erection, but I gently bat them away. “My job, baby. I make you come.”

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289. “Someone already filed a complaint against Danton’s language, and it’s going to the disciplinary committee on the same day as the complaint against you.” My spine tingles. “Who filed it?” “Your team. Every last player. They.”

— Sarina Bowen

290. “In for a penny, in for a pound. My mattress slides off the wooden frame when I give it a tug. I drop it on the floor beside my bed. There’s just enough room left for Jamie to do the same. Standing there staring down at my mattress, I feel exposed in a way I haven’t ever felt before. Jamie and I fool around, but we don’t talk about it. I don’t ask him for anything except orgasms.”

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291. “So I force myself to pull back. When I look down at Jamie, his eyes are glazed with lust, and his lips are swollen and red. I make the sign for “time out.” He tips his head back into the pillow and sighs, and I can’t help dipping down to kiss his exposed throat. I love you. The words are always right there on the tip of my naughty tongue. I swallow them back like I need to and say something much more practical instead.”

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292. “Happiness is being wrapped into a kiss.”

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293. “I no longer have a choice about how I feel. He’s gotten to me. And if I hold myself back, I might miss something.”

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294. “Why hasn’t anyone ever told me the prostate was some kind of magical pleasure zone? Are there unicorns and orgasm fairies dancing around in there?”

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295. “It freaked me out that you’re a guy. And that I let you take the lead. Part of me wants to forget it happened. Most of me wants you to do it again.”

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296. “Apparently all the people who grew pristine organic food were beautiful themselves.”

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297. “But tonight I understood that if you kept your heart in the game, there would always be one more period to play. And excellent people to play it with. Game on.”

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298. “Nothing except a time machine will erase the drunk texts I fired off last night somewhere between midnight and regret o’clock.”

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299. “Leo could picture the scene like it was yesterday. Georgia sat a couple of rows ahead of him, and he usually spent physics class watching her instead of the teacher.”

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300. “We should sleep,” I say although I’m wired. “Or you could tell me about the thing at work.” I groan. “I will, I swear. But does it have to be now? Can’t I stay in my happy place?” He chuckles into the back of my neck. “Wasn’t I just in your happy place?”

— Sarina Bowen