Page 188 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

Did I just say no touching yourself in front of me? Dumbest fucking shit that’s ever come out of my mouth.

And now I’m imagining it all over again: his hand fisting that pretty cock, the groan he tries to bury in his throat but leaks out anyway.

Then there’s me⁠—

the idiot who made it illegal.

My gaze tiptoes down his body,

casual, casual, subtle,

stopping on his zipper,

and my hand twitches,

craving the weight of him.

And holy hell, I’m sick.

Maybe with the flu.

‘Cause I’m picturing myself pulling up a chair, fingers folded nicely in my lap like Sunday service, asking him real polite: Sir, would you please stroke that cock for me? And if I could be of any assistance…

Pathetic. Rabid. Me.

(And I don’t even know how many seconds were wasted thinking about his hand on his cock. So I’d like to publicly apologize to my innocent bystander organs for having to overhear that porno.)

Meanwhile, Andrew’s standing there—pants zipped, cue clutched, feelings hurt.

He scratches the back of his neck,

an awkward silence passing between us.

My eyes snap up to his.

“Actually, I need to make a change⁠—”

“Oh, thank fuckin’ Christ,” he exhales, breath finally unchained.

“—When I say no intercourse, that goes for anal, too.” I hold up a finger. “Holes are not interchangeable.”

His brows leap as a laugh stumbles out. “What—Allison. Nah. Big fuck no. Veto.” He pulls closer, pinning me with a gaze. “Listen, you keep talkin’ like I’m one’a your Boys. I’m not. I actually give a fuck about you.” He jerks his chin, catching my eyes before I can slip away. “Ain’t in it for pussy. Ain’t in it for a paycheck. I’m in it for you, alright?” His hand slashes the air. “You say no, I stop. Always. Every time. You know that.”

He scoffs like I’m insulting him.

“So don’t go takin’ this off the table.

“Not with me.”

Is he seriously pulling the I’m-not-like-other-Boys speech? My clit’s laughing, my heart’s pulling some emo shit.

“So you sayin’ you’re usin’ your veto?”

He drags a hand down his face with a groan. “Allison, c’mon. Yeah, I’m usin’ my veto. Gimme a break.”

He lifts his palm, like⁠—

consider it fuckin’ cashed.