Page 76 of Perfect Boy

But unfortunately for me, Rosie doesn’t go anywhere.

“I’m really sorry about my friend. She gets like that when she drinks.” Rosie shrugs nervously at Ryann.

“It’s fine. I live in a house with three other bitches. I get it,” Ryann tosses back before looking at me. “Ready to get our doughnuts?”

I nod, but when Ryann releases my arm to step up to the window to order, Rosie stands directly in front of me.

Placing her hand on my abdomen, she looks up. “It was really good to see you. If you’re in town for a few days, maybe we could get coffee.”

“No.” The word comes from my mouth before I have time to stop it and say something less blunt.

I open my mouth to speak again, but Ryann glares at Rosie, a hand on her hip.

“If you could refrain from touching my husband’s abdomen, I’d really appreciate it,” she sasses. “I get it; his abdomen is insanely hard and hot. And obviously, you’re still obsessing over your high school days.” She waves her hand toward my stomach. “But…don’t.”

Looking down at her own hand, Rosie yanks it away from my body. Her eyes are as wide as saucers.

“Y-you…you’re married?” she stutters, looking up at me, her eyes filled with tears. “To her?”

“Yep, I sure am.” I step away from her and closer to Ryann. “It was great catching up, Rosie. But if you could excuse me…I promised my wife Jackie’s famous mini doughnuts. And that’s what she’s going to get.”

Once she’s gone, I suck in a breath. “I’m sorry.”

Ryann squints toward the menu, ignoring me. “Hmm…mini éclair doughnuts? Or mini strawberry cheesecake doughnuts.” She taps her fingers on her chin. “That’s a tough one. I can’t decide.”

“What can I get y’all?” Jackie, the owner, says from inside the booth. “Watson! I haven’t seen you since last year’s ceremony. How have you been?”

“Hey, Jackie.” I wave. “I’m good. Hey, we’ll take an order of the éclair ones and an order of the strawberry cheesecake ones.” I look down at Ryann. “Did you want anything else?”

She can’t fight the smile that breaks across her face. She might have been annoyed from the Sylvie and Rosie stuff, but it’s easy to see she’s not that mad.

“You got it, sweets,” Jackie says, taking my money and getting to work on our order.

Stepping to the side, Ryann folds her arms over her chest. “What do you think—that you can make me not grumpy with food?”

“Pretty much.” I shrug. “Worked, didn’t it?”

Rolling her eyes, she giggles. “You’re annoyingly swoony, Gentry.”

“And you’re adorably jealous.” I wink just before Jackie hands us our order, making Ryann’s eyes widen.

“Oh. My. God. Those look good,” she whispers.

And when she brings one of the doughnuts to her lips, before her tongue darts out, licking the creamy filling, a jolt goes right to my dick. I know I’m never going to look at a doughnut the same.

Because I know exactly how good her lips feel when they are wrapped around my cock.

“Keep it up,” I warn her. “Keep it up, and I’ll have you on your knees, swallowing down my cum instead of that cream you seem to be enjoying so much.”

Licking her lips again, she gives me an innocent look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, dirty-minded boy.” She puts another mini doughnut between her lips, this time lapping the strawberry topping off of it. “I’m simply enjoying my doughnuts.”

“You’ll be enjoying something else real soon, Tiny Dancer,” I growl against her ear. “That’s a promise.”

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Ryann

Istare down at the message from Officer Hewett. It’s Christmas Eve, for fuck’s sake. Why is he sending me this shit today?

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