Page 75 of The Fake Date Agreement

“I don’t need that page for my paper.”

“Why do I think you knew that before you leaned over to my side of the bed?”

He widens his eyes. “Me, do a thing like that?”

Shaking my head, I resume focus on the book.

Five minutes pass before Reid says, “I wasn’t asking about the sort of kiss me and Javier gave you.”

I turn the page, distracted. “What kind of kiss?”

“The intimate kind. Pussy worship.”

I stop turning pages and study the guy eyeing me so innocently, that I struggle to believe those words just came out of his mouth.

“What?” Reid asks when I don’t respond.

“I’m formulating a response.”

“A yes or a no?” His grin is playful.

“No.”

His eyebrow lifts.

I blush. “Not that kind of no. The no, we’re not talking about this kind of response.”

“Because you’re embarrassed?”

“Because it’s none of your business if someone has…” I can’t bring myself to say pussy worship out loud. “Quit flirting or seducing me or whatever this is.”

“It’s not a seduction,” he says with a wink. “If I wanted to do that, I’d be showing up at your door at night with no pants and a trench coat.”

I lower my head so he won’t see my smile. “People get arrested for that kind of stuff.”

“Only when they don’t belt the trench coat tight enough, and the wind blows it open,” he says cheerfully.

I flatten my lips and choke back my laugh. There’s no stopping my shoulders from shaking.

“Are you laughing at me, Tobie Myers?”

“Of course not,” I tell him severely and turn a page I haven’t read.

Seconds pass.

“Tobie?”

I turn to Reid.

And I’m suddenly breathless when he brushes a soft kiss on my lips. “I would.”

“Would what?”

“Pussy worship.”

I clear my throat. “I’m good.”

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Well, in case you ever change your mind, I wouldn’t mind if you thought about me spending an hour giving your pussy all of my attention.”

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