Page 38 of Riley

I pulledup to Eric’s house at eight twenty on the nose. With the hurricane in my stomach still swirling, and the sweat starting to bead on my trim chest beneath the hot fabric of my shirt, I knew it was now or never. Just as I opened my phone to text him, I heard the door close.

I glanced up through my windshield to see Eric standing there in a pair ofleatherpants, with a hot pink shirt. With the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, nice and tight. His clothes were perfectly fitted to his form, showcasing his natural shape.

In my headlights, his skin looked pale, his eyes bright like sapphires, dark hair falling in his eyes like some cross between John Stamos in his Uncle Jesse era and Ian Somerhalder in his Vampire Diaries era.

He was so fuckinghot,and my cock more than agreed.

I barely noticed when he opened the door on his own, silently chastising myself that I should have just shut my mouth and met him on the porch, walked him to the car.

“I was going to text you,” I said, like a dumbass.

“You’re early,” he said, licking his lips.

“You were waiting,” I said, as I realized at that moment he’d been more than ready. I’d barely been in his driveway long enough to text, and he was out, locked up, and in my car.

He waswaitingfor me.

Like a date.

“I like to be on time, sue me.” He shrugged, dismissing my comment. His tone was flirtatious, causing a smile to form on my lips as I waited until he’d put his seatbelt on before backing up.

The sounds of Miguel’sSure Thinggraced the speakers, the smooth beats somewhat relaxing.

“No smutty audiobooks on our ride today?” Eric taunted.

Though the way he spoke, his voice was better than any audio narrator I’d ever heard.

“Oh, I’m done with that one,” I said.

Eric relaxed in his seat, and I could feel his eyes on me. Like he was sizing me up or something, as the singer swooned on about being the reporter and the news.

“Too bad, I was hoping maybe I would get to see you all flustered by dirty words again,” he said, leaning his arm along the window frame. “You, uh, you’re kinda cute when you’re all flustered.”

His compliment went straight to my cock, then back up to my brain, making my cheeks redden along the way.

Did he just call me cute?

Then his tone softened as he shifted in his seat.

“Um, thanks, I think,” I said, letting out a chuckle. I could feel his gaze on me, hot like fire.

“You know, you don’t have to, like, be embarrassed about that shit. What you like is, what you like, you know? You don’t have to feel weird about it. I just wanted to say that.”

Truth was, I loved to read romance, but I’d never considered the things I read in my books as preferences or anything. Not that I had many people to test the waters with, anyway.

But something about Eric’s words made me feel like maybe it was okay to be open about my preferences.

My desires.

Desires that might include him starring in my own personal show.

Maybe reading to me and then...

My cock stiffened at the thought, and I let out a sigh as I admitted to him, “I’m just not used to sharing my preferences or my taste in literature with other people.” I swallowed harshly. “Especially other men..”

Yeah, men who I imagine taking the place of said fictional characters.

“You know there’s, like, a wild ass community of people who are into smutty books, right?” he said seriously.

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