Page 219 of Mr. Persistent


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He’s talking about Leo, no doubt. “Well, what does he say?”

Nate eyes me quickly, and dammit, I hate that I sound eager, because he’s right. If I knew the pain would be minimal, I wouldn’t hesitate.

It does feel amazing.

“Well, obviously his dick is not as big as mine.”

I palm my face. “You really are a child.”

He snickers and continues. “He said it’s clear who loves it, and who doesn’t. It’s not for everyone.”

“What makes you so sure I would? Maybe I only like what you do now.”

“Maybe I’m wrong, but we could try and see.” He pauses. “We can use the small butt plug I bought you later.”

“You bought me a butt plug?” I ask wide-eyed.

This conversation is not how I thought it would go.

He bought me a butt plug.

Oh god, if Mama knew the things I got up to now, she’d be in an early grave.

“I did. After the gala night. I didn’t go hunting for one, but I saw it and bought it.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Because the sounds you made when I rubbed against you that night are burned into my brain,” he admits. “I’m hard just thinking about it.”

I glance down. He’s not lying. And somehow, that only makes my pulse race faster.

I like pleasing him.

Always have.

“Okay,” I whisper, watching the mansions blur past. “We can try. That’s all I’m promising.”

He drags a hand over his crotch and lets out a rough, muffled curse, and at the exact same moment my phone chimes through the car. I silently pray it isn’t Corey, not after such a perfect day.

Addie.

Nate’s eyes flick down instinctively, and I hate that I’ve planted even the smallest seed of insecurity between us.

“It’s just Adelaide,” I whisper, squeezing his hand.

I open my text, and instantly my eyes widen when I see the wordCherry.

Discreetly, I glance at Nate, making sure he’s focused on the road.

Addie: “Cherry” is going to be happy as hell.

Addie: She’ll probably want to kiss me on the lips.

What happened? What’s going on?

Addie: I negotiated the deal of a lifetime.

Ahh, I almost forgot about the horse head sculpture. Subconsciously, I think my mind suppressed the offer, scared that maybe it’s out of my depth.