Page 56 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

“Dirtier thoughts than I can admit in my present company.”

“Oh, where are you?”

“Still in Connecticut. I’ll head out when the kids go to bed. I need my fill of them.”

That’s sweet. “Oh, I…umm…got a text from an unknown number. I thought it might be you?”

“Nope. Not me. We just finished dinner, and the kids are about to get baths. What are you doing?”

“Watching the basketball game with Val and CJ.”

He chuckles. “I love your sporty side. I’m looking forward to tomorrow. Actually, I’m looking forward to Sunday morning.”

“Why Sunday morning?”

“Waking up with you in my arms. It’s suddenly very lonely when you’re not there.”

I bite back my smile. “Swoony fucker. Cheez, what did you do, go to some romance book-boyfriend academy?”

He lets out a laugh. “I may have done that, but it doesn’t make it any less true. I loved waking up with your naked body pressed to mine. I’m counting the seconds until it happens again.”

“It’s kind of presumptuous for you to assume that I’ll be sleeping with you on our first official date,” I joke. “I’m not that kind of girl.”

I can hear him step away from the sounds of water running until he’s in the quiet.

“Baby, I’m going to be inside your body for so long tomorrow night that you’ll be feeling me all week. First, my tongue will taste your sweetness, and then my cock will pound you and fill you with my come. Fuck, I love when I first enter you and your eyes roll back in pleasure. And when you’re about to orgasm, your eyes turn a brighter shade of green. You’ll be coming over and over again as your juices coat my cock and drip down all over me.”

I swallow hard as the thought of all that seems mighty appealing. I look up to see Val and CJ staring at me. I’mundoubtedly red in my very guilty-looking face and smiling like a schoolgirl.

“Answer something for me.”

I whisper, “What?”

“Which one makes you more wet, the thought of coming on my tongue or the thought of coming on my cock?”

I shift in my seat and then breathlessly respond, “Both.”

I can hear his breathing pick up. “Good, ’cause you’re getting both tomorrow night. Speaking of which, I had something sent for you to wear.”

“You’re picking out my clothes? I’m very particular in that department.”

“I know my girl. Just wait until you see it.”

I hear a little girl’s voice say, “Uncle Twey, huwwy up.”

“I’m being summoned to the bath. Tell your girlfriends hello and that I can’t wait to meet them. I want to know all things Gemma Fairchild.”

Before I can correct him, he hangs up.

I lean my head back on the sofa pillow. Damn, that was hot.

Val and CJ are still staring. I lift my head and take a breath. “Boys, I highly suggest you up your dirty talk game.” I fan between my legs with my hand. “Nothing gets a girl wetter than some quality dirty talk.”

CJ stands up and throws his arms in the air like he’s performing in a play. In a deep voice, he bellows, “Fair maiden, I want to caress your ample bosom.”

I shake my head and giggle. “You’re a fuckwit. It’s not the eighteen hundreds. That’s not dirty. I feel bad for the women you date.”

Val asks, “What did he say?”

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