Page 52 of Resisting the Running Back

“Rulers. Men are idiots,” I say with a playful shrug.

She giggles. “And, what, like Coke can girth?”

“No. A Coke can is eight inches in circumference. The average dick is closer to four.”

“How do you know this?” she asks.

“The internet. Teenage boys are also idiots.”

“And yours is…?” She trails off as she waits for me to fill in the blank.

“Above average.”

“In basically everything you do,” she says flatly.

“You’re one to talk.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, I don’t know…your books are bestsellers, for one thing. Not everyone who publishes a book can say that.”

She purses her lips and narrows her eyes at me. “Okay, go on.”

I chuckle. “You have the most perfect pussy I’ve ever been inside, and your tits fit perfectly into my palm.” I grab one in my hand to prove my point, and she laughs. “Never mind that sexy laugh of yours.”

“My laugh issexy? Since when?”

“Since always,” I say.

I’m giving myself away. IknowI am. But I can’t seem to stop.

“Have you always been this sexy?” she asks.

I lift a shoulder, and she twists her lips before she tilts her head and moves to catch my lips with hers. “About that shower…can we do a bath instead?”

“We?”

She nods and ducks her head a little. “Baths for two are way better than baths for one.”

“That’s the wine talking, but I’ll take slippery, soapy tits wherever I can get them.”

She giggles as she sits up, and then she turns back to look at me. “Bring a condom. Just in case.”

She scampers toward the bathroom in a fit of giggles, and I grab another condomjust in casebefore I follow her in.

CHAPTER 22: Sophie Summers

Quadzillas

For the last sixteen years, Miller Banks has been my best friend. In one night, he managed to change into something else completely, but it’s still something I can’t quite define.

We’re beyond the boyfriend/girlfriend stage, we’re fake fiancés, and now we’re apparently having the hottest sex of my life.

The wine has worn off, though when he asked me if I was drunk and I told him no, that was the truth. I’m not a huge drinker, but a couple glasses of wine wear off pretty fast when you’re dancing and eating. And, apparently, having sex.

And bathing.

We’re in the tub in the master suite since it’s much larger than the one in his bathroom, and he’s sitting behind me with his arms wrapped around me. Bubbles surround us, and each of his hands rests on one of my breasts as I rest my hands on his quadzillas.

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