Page 74 of Rating the Book Boyfriend

With our eyes locked together, we begin to move as one. Our bodies are in perfect sync, hips rolling sensuously as our torsos maintain constant contact. His hands cradle my face, thumbs caressing my cheeks like I’m some kind of treasure.

Our lovemaking is slow and sweet, completely different from our usual frantic fucking, and Riggs seems as lost in the moment as I am. Gone are his filthy utterances, instead replaced by tender affirmations of how beautiful he thinks I am, how perfectly we fit together.

His kisses are the same, loving and leisurely, as we rock against each other. Our tongues meet with gentle strokes andlicks that have me wrapping my legs around his waist to hold him more tightly to me.

I’m mesmerized by him, not even thinking about orgasms, but as soon as Riggs wedges a hand beneath my butt and pulls me tightly against him, the new angle shoves pleasure to the forefront of my mind.

“Riggs,” I gasp, “come with me.”

“Liberty, I think I’m… I’m falling…”

I’m not even able to fully process his words and what they might mean because Riggs reaches the depths of me in one smooth roll of his hips. We cling together and ride the waves of satisfaction as our mutual moans fill each other’s mouths.

Maybe it’s the slow pace, but our climaxes seem to drag on forever as Riggs thrusts in and out of me, emptying himself as my fingernails dig half-moons into the damp flesh of his back.

He kisses across my face and down my neck, soft pecks and gentle sucks, and I revel in his undivided attention. Tugging my arms until I unwind them, Riggs links our fingers together above my head as he returns his mouth to mine.

With lazy sweeps of his tongue, he worships me, holds my hands to the bed, and steals my entire heart.

“I can’t believe I’m meeting you in person,” the woman gushes. She’s short and curvy, with an adorable spiky haircut.

Riggs flashes her his sexy smile and signs the three books she’s brought with her. His handsome face graces the cover of each one.

Then he places a bookmark—one ofmybookmarks—on top of the stack before handing it back. “Thank you for stopping by.I want you to make sure to check out this book by Libby Cox,” he tells her with a wink. “It’s so hot, it even made me blush.”

“I will,” she says, nodding fervently.

I use the woman’s phone to snap a picture of them together, and she drops a ten-dollar bill into the donation jar I set up on the table. The next woman in line approaches.

“Hi, Riggs.”

And he starts the whole thing over again. He’s been doing this all day long… handing out my bookmarks to every person who has stopped by his table. He’s fucking promotingmy books, and I want to kiss the hell out of him each time he does it.

“Where did you get those bookmarks?” I ask when there’s a slight lull.

He gives me a chagrined smile and shrugs. “I got one of each of your bookmarks from your stash at your house and had a local printer make some for me this week. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mind? Heck no, I don’t mind, but I certainly didn’t expect you to do that.”

“It’s the least I could do since you agreed to come with me.” He strokes a hand down my arm and wraps his pinky around mine. “How much have we gotten in donations today?”

“Over three thousand dollars,” I tell him excitedly. “I can barely zip the locking money bag.”

“That was such a good idea, babe. What about the silent auctions?”

I giggle as I check the sign-up sheet on the table. “The highest bids are almost two thousand on each one.”

He rolls his eyes. “I can’t believe women are willing to pay that much to remove my tie and unbutton my shirt.”

“If you’d agree to let them take off your pants, we could quadruple the bids,” I point out.

Riggs levels me with a flat stare. “You’re pushing it, woman. And how did I let you talk me into the second one?”

“My irresistible sexual prowess?”

The event coordinator, Kat Bancroft, approaches with a smile. “How’s it going, Mr. Romero?” she asks.

“Very well, Kat. Thanks for agreeing to let us do this.”

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