The word pussy was just used three times on one page, and what is this girl? A running faucet with how wet she is?
Dutton
You could have warned me that the book would start like this.
Dutton
Shit, did you not start it yet? Am I spoiling it?
My head falls back in laughter, imagining him reading this book. Oh, to be a new reader to the romance world again.
I’m jealous.
I think a two-word response is best here.
Brooke
You’re welcome.
I laugh again, feeling pretty damn cheeky, when my phone vibrates once more. This time, Dutton is calling me. Not just any call either.
He’s FaceTiming me.
Shit.
I scramble, running my hands in my hair to flatten the flyaways, and then I smooth a hand over my shirt.
I greet him with my best smile.
I am met with a scowl.
“Is this a prank?” He asks. “Did you tell Sadie we were coming to the bar that night and then you somehow Jedi mind-tricked me into the bookstore to buy this book? Do you really read these books?”
There is nothing fake about the smile that remains on my lips.
“No tricks here, Big D. Alas, these are the books I love.”
He groans.
“Don’t call me Big D.”
“Why not? You gave me a nickname.”
“Yeah, and it fits you because you love books. A nickname should resemble the person in some way.”
“Ohhhh, well, it could work if you have a big—” I gasp and cover my mouth. I was fully ready to ask him about the size of his dick. But shit, I’m all in now. “Does big not describe your … you know?”
His gaze locks on me, his body leaning back in his office chair, revealing his bare chest.
Why on earth is this man sitting at work not wearing a shirt?
“Are you asking me how big my dick is, Books?”
I twist my lips and debate how to answer.
“It just slipped out.”
“Ah, much like the dude’s cock in this woman’s vagina, I imagine.”
