Page 64 of Game Changer

“Who told you that?” He laughs again.

The damn fool. That was a gift, a perfect bridge to our fake marriage.

I poke him, making him laugh.

“What if I wanna make her my wife instead?”

Oh no, he didn’t.

I poke him again, and he laughs as she giggles from deep down in her tummy.

“A wedding, like a bride and a flower girl?”

“Hmm, where could we find a flower girl?” He looks around, even putting his huge hand over his eyes as he does.

“Me, silly! I’m your little flower!”

I wake up and have to pee but see my … ugh. BDB, Beau, is no longer in bed, so I head down the stairs. Midway, I stop and gasp.

Boone is naked in my kitchen, and he has a cupcake … down there.

I smash my eyes closed and feel my way down the stairs, muttering, “In my kitchen? What is wrong with you, Boone?”

“Hold up,” he says, and I hear his heavy feet pad toward me.

“No, no, no, no,” I say as he stops me, grabbing my biceps.

“It’s definitely not what it looked like.” He laughs.

Annoyed he’s lying to me, I open my eyes and glance down at a massive white frosting-covered erection … with sprinkles. “So, you’re gonna stand here with that thing pointed at me and tell me you weren’t just fucking a cupcake?”

The fool throws his head back and barks out a laugh.

I slap my hand over his mouth. “You’ll wake her up and traumatize her with that thing all … frosted. Jesus, Boone, what is wrong with you?”

“The only cupcake I want to put my dick in is you.” He swoops me up like I weigh nothing, and I’m a size fourteen, sometimes sixteen, and have been an eighteen at times in my life, too. “But I’ll wait until you’re Mrs. Boone.”

Squirming, I tell him, “I came down here to pee. Now put me down, perv.”

He doesn’t listen; he carries me over and sets my ass on my island. Then he bends down, grabs a towel, and wraps it around his waist the best he can since it’s standard size and not Boone size. “I showered while my girls were getting some much-needed rest and came down to feed my face. Found cupcakes. You know how I love me some cupcakes. You spooked me coming down the stairs, your tiny towel fell, and I tried to cover myself with the cupcake. Clearly, I’m not your average man, so it didn’t work out so well.”

Needing to put distance between us, I slide off the counter and walk toward the stairs. “Feel free to wash your dick in my sink.”

“Syd, I really wasn’t?—”

“Save it,” I grumble as I head up the stairs.

Seeing #21 shirtless has always sent me into a spiral, making it necessary to get myself off within an hour, two tops, because that burn, that ache, it does not subside—it intensifies.

Now that I’ve seen all that Boone is, and I mean, he’s got to be almost twice the man my ex was … I am desperate to get off.

I quietly walk over to my nightstand to grab my little vibe. I open the drawer, grab the little bag it’s in, and head to the bathroom.

I walk in and lean against the door, open the bag, and dump the pink vibe onto my hand.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I whisper-yell into the air, and from outside the bathroom, I hear a low, throaty chuckle from outside the door.

Opening the door, I throw my vibe at him. “You suck, Boone.”

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