“I’ve done pretty much everything, Kelsey, and I’ve delivered... every single time.”
“Uh-huh, I’m sure,” I say sarcastically.
Ignoring me, he continues, “I always make sure my girl comes, even if I don’t.”
“That’s great.” I offer him a closed-mouth smile.
“I’ve even faked it a time or two, just to get the hell out of there, you know?”
My fork pauses midway to my mouth as I look over our water glasses and right at his smirking face. “There’s no way you fake it. You can’t fake sperm.”
“Girls don’t check the condom, unless that’s something you do.”
“Eww, no, gross. Please change the subject, I hardly see how this is an appetizing conversation.”
“Sex is always an appetizing conversation.”
“Yes, well, not the details of you acting like you fake it and what’s in or not in your condom.”
“I’m not acting like I fake it... I do.”
“Okay, JP.” I give him a thumbs up. “Good for you on your accomplishments.”
His lips quirk to the side before he lifts his fork to his mouth. That’s right, eat up so we can get the hell out of here. Honestly, conversation with this man has been one failure after another. I felt hope with the movie topic, but that burned down really quickly with him tearing apartSleepless in Seattle. And I would never admit this to him, but now I’m wondering... how was that boy able to just fly across the country like that?
“Fuck,” JP whispers as he grips the edge of the table. His fork is resting on his plate and his head is down as if he just hurt himself.
And because I’m the person that I am, I ask, “Are you okay?”
He lifts his head slightly so I can see his teeth roll over the bottom of his lip. “Mmm,” he groans.
“Did you bite your lip? You know, I do that sometimes. It might develop into a canker sore, so be mentally prepared for that.”
His head falls all the way back now as he leans backward in his chair, hands still on the edge of the table while he man spreads. “Fuck... yes.”
Wait, hold on. What is happening?
He shifts and clenches his fist as he wets his lips. “Yes, baby, right there... mmm, you feel so good.”
My expression falls.
My nostrils flare.
I fold my arms over my chest.
Could he be any more immature?
“Are you really doing this? Are you really doing the scene fromWhen Harry Met Sally?” I ask.
“Fuck. That mouth of yours. Yes, suck me deep.”
Oh dear God.
My face flames as I lean forward and tap the table. “Hey, yoo-hoo, you can stop that now. I get your point.”
But he doesn’t stop. Not even a little.
Nope, he continues to moan, to groan, to bite on his lip... move his hips.
