Page 16 of The Boyfriend Goal

“Very, very ready,” I say, repeating the adjective he used earlier.

“That’s very, very good.”

A minute later, the elevator door whisks closed, and it’s just us. He turns to me, then tugs on my hand, jerking me against him. “What do you like, Josie?”

I like the outline of his hard cock against me right now. I like his scruff. I like his firm chest and his biceps that go on for millennia.

“In bed,” he adds, when I don’t answer right away. But he’s not pushy. “So I can give it to you. What you’re into.”

Is this a thing guys do? Ask what you like? Hunting for an answer, I swallow, flashing back to the porn I’ve watched, the scenes I’ve read, the fantasies I’ve played out.

I keep coming back to Maeve’s suggestion. I’m not really the most experienced girl when it comes to, well, what I’m into. But what I lack in experience I, evidently, make up for in gusto tonight. Here I go, San Francisco. “Can you bend me over the bed and fuck me hard?”

He breathes out in a rush of air, full of arousal as his eyes flash, like he’s won the jackpot at the slot machines. Then, in a rasp of a voice, he says, “Josie, I can and I fucking will.”

He seals his dirty promise with a hot, deep kiss that has me seeing stars.

When he breaks it, we’re at the tenth floor and soon, at the room. Once inside, he kicks the door closed then reaches for me again, jerking me against him, and with a quickness I’ve never experienced before, he lifts me up.

I wrap my legs around him, laughing. “You’re strong. Must be all those assets you lift.”

“You’re quick with that mouth. Must be all those books you read,” he says, then somehow, some way, he kisses me as he carries me koala-style to the bed. Talk about multitasking. He’s like the hero in an adventure tale—he can lasso the prize and leap across raging waters. Can he deliver orgasms in a single bound?

Turn the page and find out, gentle reader.

When he sets me down on the bed, I kick off my flip-flops and unwrap my scarf, tossing it on the floor. Greta will understand.

He toes off his shoes, then climbs over me. I expect more kisses, but instead, he pushes up my sweatshirt. “This has been driving me crazy since I first saw it,” he says, then presses a hot kiss to my belly, flicking his teeth across the ring. Oh, I think I’m into that. Gasping, I arch closer to his touch.

“I was hoping it meant you wanted to be kissed all over,” he says.

“Try me,” I tease. “And find out.”

He grabs the hem of the sweatshirt he bought for me, whisking it up. “Looks great on.” Tugs it over my head. “Looks even better off.”

He drags his teeth over his bottom lip as he roams those sinful brown eyes over me. I shiver under his hot stare. That seems to excite him, my reaction, judging from the hiss in his breath. The heat in his irises. The bulge in his jeans.

“Josie, Josie, Josie,” he repeats, shaking his head in admiration. Then, he’s all determination and desire as he kisses me thoroughly, starting at my belly button, traveling up my stomach, stopping to lift his face and say, “Yeah, drives me crazier.”

I smile, then sigh happily as he pays a visit to my tits, then frees them.

“Perfect,” he murmurs as he cups my tits, then buries his face between them. But he doesn’t stay there long. He moves to my right breast, flicking a delicious circle around the nipple, then drawing it into his mouth. Then nipping me lightly.

“Oh god,” I say, but it’s more like a half-moan, half-yelp.

“You like that.” It’s less a question, more a statement.

“I think I’m into it,” I tease.

“Let’s be sure,” he says, then bites a little harder. I arch into him in answer. He moves to the other one, and yes, I’m very into having my tits played with, as it turns out.

And he’s into playing with them. He squeezes and kneads, sucks and kisses, then lets out a long, hungry rumble. “Fuck, you taste good everywhere,” he says as he rises up and meets my face.

His gaze is borderline feral, and I love it. But he’s wearing too many clothes. He’s too sexy to be clothed.

“I wonder if you do too,” I say, then I push up, ready to discover.

“Find out,” he says.

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