Page 49 of Good Boy

I’m so disgustingly weak.

And he’s so disgustingly sexy.

I gather the last threads of my dignity and disengage all our various body parts. Moving onto the seat beside Blake, I spot my panties on the floor. Grabbing them gives me a good reason to avoid eye contact.

One big hand curls around my hair. “Hey, J-Babe?”

“Mmm?” I keep busy so I don’t have to look at him.

But he waits me out. “Jess?” he says softly.

Giving in, I turn my chin.

“You’re the coolest girl I know.” His eyes light up when he smiles at me.

That smile brings a little flutter to my chest. It shouldn’t, though. That’s insane. “We’re not making this a regular habit,” I say for my own good.

His grin doesn’t slip. “No kidding. But it sure was awesome. Does my truck rule or what?”

I glance around. Thank God for the darkly tinted windows. “Your truck is bigger than my dorm room, I’m pretty sure.”

“Aw.” He fusses with my hair. “You want me to drive you home?”

I cringe, wondering if Violet thinks I’ve been kidnapped. “I have to find the evil roommate.” Wandering off with Blake has wrecked all my plans to bond with Violet. Nice going, Jess.

He reaches into the front seat with his giant arm. “Here’s your double-barreled slingshot. And your shirt.”

I hurriedly put my bra on, and he does something with the condom. I hear the crinkle of a plastic bag, and I don’t ask questions.

A few minutes later, he opens the door. “Coast is clear, I think.”

I emerge, shaking myself off. “Do I look…” Like a girl who just bounced on your dick in the parking lot?

“You look fabulous, as always. I’ll walk you inside. If Violet asks where you’ve been, I’ll make up a story. I’ll tell her that a giant squid attacked. Or pirates.”

“Good thinking,” I scoff.

We head inside, but Blake stops in the middle of the hallway before we can reach the main room. He fishes his phone out, studies it, then grumbles out a curse.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing.” He shoves the phone back in his pocket.

“Okey-dokey.”

We take about five more steps, and then he halts again. “I need a favor,” he blurts out.

I turn around with a sigh. “I already had sex with you. Doesn’t that fulfill my favor quota for the night?”

He snorts. “If anyone was doing someone a favor out there, it was me. To your va-jay-jay.”

I roll my eyes. “Uh-huh, sure. Now tell me what you want, or I’m walking away.”

“I need a date.”

Exasperation shoots through me. Did he not hear a word I said in the Hummer? We’re not making this a habit! And we’re certainly not going on a date.

“Absolutely not,” I announce.

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