Page 87 of Rating the Book Boyfriend

“But nothing. If you like them, wear them. It’s simple.”

“I bought you underwear,” she wails. “I mean, I got you some other stuff too, but nothing like diamond earrings.”

“It’s not a competition, baby. I got you some other stuff too, and not everything is expensive. In fact, my favorite is a four-dollar magnet of the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center. It’s the first place where…” I pause and adjust my words. “It's the first place where I realized how perfect we are together.”

Her eyes well up and her voice crackles. “You got me a magnet?”

God, I love this woman so fucking much. She tears up at a damn magnet that costs one-thousand times less than the earrings she’s currently wearing.

“I did, because it holds a special memory for us. And these earrings… I immediately thought of you when I saw them. They move like they’re full of vibrance and energy, just like you.”

“Riggs,” she chokes out, throwing her arms around my neck. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby. Now sit down.” I guide her to a rattan chair and kneel in front of her. “I’m about to prove to you that you’re the only woman for me.”

Her eyebrows lift. “Oh really?”

I nod, running my hands beneath her suit jacket to search for the button of her pants. “Where the hell…”

“There’s a zipper on the side,” she says with a smirk, and my fingers immediately locate it.

Locking my eyes with hers in the dim blue moonlight, I say, “Prepare to be claimed, Liberty.”

Twenty minutes later, I have three of my woman’s orgasms still vibrating against my tongue as I guide her down the steps and back to the party.

“You’re looking awfully smug,” she comments, holding my hand.

“I’m feeling awfully smug,” I admit. “How does it feel to know I’m about to introduce you to my parents with the taste of your sweet cunt in my mouth?”

Her lips curl up into a wicked smile. “You’re a pervert, Cobra McSnugglebuns.”

“And I’ve met my match in the very spicy Libby Cocks.”

CHAPTER 28

Libby

The tiny sparkles of light wink at me from the Rockefeller Center tree magnet that I’ve placed at eye level on my refrigerator. Memories of our trip to New York flood my mind, but my reverie is broken by a ping from my phone.

I smile when I see a message from the BBB group text.

JoJo: Happy New Year’s Eve, ladies. I need a new kink. I feel like I’ve worn out the old ones.

Gemma: I wore out my favorite vibrator last week.

Libby: Thank you for that completely irrelevant tidbit, Gem. What kind of kink are we talking here, Jo? Personal life or book kinks?

JoJo: I’m doing quite well with my personal kinks, TYVM. It’s for a book.

Ava: Ok, don’t judge me, but I read a book recently where the guy liked fucking her feet. Or is that more of a fetish?

Gemma: I think that’s a fetish. You always surprise me with your reading choices, Ava. Absolutely no judgment though. You do you, boo.

Ava: I read a holiday romance about an elf last week. Who knew pointy ears could be so hot?

Libby: Since we’re not being judgy, I read one at Easter about a Cadbury Creme Egg that hatched a very well-hung Easter Bunny.

JoJo: I feel as though there’s a cream joke in there somewhere, but I can’t quite place it.

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