Page 39 of All Jacked Up

Silence again. I chuckled.

“I know now, Shakespeare. You might as well talk to me. Face up to the fact that you wrote me into a book and had your naughty way with me.”

The groan that came over the line had me throwing my head back and laughing.

“I can’t believe you are reading it,” she said. “I used a pen name for that reason. I never wanted you or anyone who knew me in Madison to read it.”

“Because you have me turning the good girl bad?”

A sigh. “Yes. It’s a trope. Very popular with romance readers.”

“What is a trope? Writing sex scenes that never happened with a guy from your past?” I teased her because I was working my way to finding out who the fuck had done this shit with her.

“No,” she said. “The whole innocent girl and popular bad boy.”

“I do have one problem with it,” I told her, turning serious.

“What?” she asked, sounding scared.

Did she think I was going to yell at her?

“Seeing as I didn’t take my Shakespeare tutor behind the stacks and slip my hand between her legs, I’m wondering where you got that material from.” Saying it out loud made me picture it, and my words came out edgy. As if I was angry about it.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “I am never going to be able to face you again.”

Like hell.

“Answer my question, Shakespeare.”

She inhaled deeply, then let it out. “What do you want to know exactly? It’s fiction. I make it up.”

You didn’t make up everything.

A couple of their conversations had been familiar. I remembered them. But I didn’t mind that. They were fucking funny. I’d laughed more than once.

“The dirty talk is one thing. But the details of what you have us doing—I mean, what you have the characters doing—who inspired that? I imagine if he read this, he’d be pissed that you put another face to the experience.”

My hand was clenched tightly in my lap, and I forced it open, then shook it before standing up now that the plane had come to a stop. The flight attendant returned to the main cabin. I’d sent her away so I could read, but she’d appeared deflated about it. I’d had her suck me off more than once in the past. We all had—or I was pretty sure most of the guys had enjoyed her oral attention while in the air at some point. She saw I was on the phone, so she said nothing as she went to open the door.

“No one,” Noa finally replied after a brief silence.

“Bullshit, Shakespeare. That was descriptive. The kind of descriptive that one can’t make up without having experienced it.”

Why was I pushing this? It was only going to taunt me. I should let it go.

“Or watched it.” Her voice was so soft that I almost didn’t hear her. I still didn’t think I’d heard her correctly.

“Did you say, watched it?”

“Yes.”

The door swung up and open. I nodded once at the flight attendant, then stepped outside with my book clutched in my hand.

“As in voyeur?”

At this rate, I was probably going to regret not having theblonde suck me off. My cock was back to full mast. Jesus, who would she have watched do that?

“God, no!” she replied. “I’m not a perv. I write spicy scenes,” she said defensively.

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