Page 242 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

After telling me he hasn’t had it in ten years. That no one’s seen his dick except me in ten years.

As if he’s saved himself for me.

And now he’s just… giving her his cock?

If he’s expecting me to stop him,

I won’t. Fuck that.

He’s out of his fucking mind.

Unless he’s not playing.

Unless he’s taking it while he can to prove a point, and in seconds, she really is about to taste his dick.

With me sitting right here.

No. He wouldn’t.

Would he?

…Would he?

Then Gia’s lowering, licking her lips,

her knees hitting the pillow,

head lined up with his cock.

Ben shoots me another glance.

Andrew’s thumbs hook his waistband⁠—

his sweatpants drag down his hips⁠—

following the lines of his V⁠—

the hard lines of his abs⁠—

his happy trail⁠—

my chest rises and falls,

heartbeat twisting,

my stomach churning,

then sinking,

sinking,

sweat’s sliding.

I’m hot, and I want out.

Out of these clothes,

out of this penthouse.