Page 46 of The Best Book Boyfriend
“Nice.”
Our predictions areverywrong. By day three, the small flat is sizzling with sexual tension, and Daisy and Marco decide to get to know each other a little better in a scene that is far too reminiscent of that night Luke and I asked each other questions on his sofa. I can’t help but feel turned on by the things they discuss, coupled with my own memories of that night. Luke telling me he loves kissing, letting me touch his stomach, pointing out his most sensitive spots.
By the end of the chapter they’re revealing their most intimate fantasies followed by incredibly dirty sex in the rain, on her balcony, in full view of a stranger across the road who barks orders at them while he gets himself off.
I’m not even sixty pages in and this book isunspeakablyhot. If this is what they’re up to on day three of their isolation, lord only knows what else lies in store. It’s so hot that if I was alone, I’d be taking this book to bed and pulling a toy from my bedside drawer to help get me off fast. I obviously can’t do that with Luke here on my sofa, book in one hand, the other up behind his head. His t-shirt has ridden up a little, taunting me with a slice of tender skin above his hip.
I don’t know why I didn’t think about the fact that Luke would be here in my house reading smut. I’ve no idea if he gets off while reading, but this book is pure filth and I thank my lucky stars that my arousal won’t be as obvious as his. Except it probably is because I’m feeling flushed and fidgety. I have to squeeze my thighs together tightly to keep myself under control. I look down and, sure enough, you can see my nipples are hard through my t-shirt. This is unbearable, and I don’t know what to do except get up and walk it off.
“Can you really read pacing like that?” Luke asks, looking up from his book.
“I’m just burning off some excess energy. Anyway, I’ve finished chapter three. I’ll be back in a second.” I escape to the bathroom, taking the stairs two at a time, and the second the door is closed, I can’t help slide my hand down into my underwear to feel how wet I am. My eyes roll back in my head as I clamp my mouth shut in a silent moan. I don’t think it would take me long to come, but that is so inappropriate when I have a guest sitting downstairs.
If this was a scene from a book, he’d have sensed how turned on I am, followed me in here, and pressed me up against the wall with the full weight of his body. Now I’m paranoid. What if he’s on the other side of the door listening to me and I’ve accidentally been talking out loud like I sometimes do when I’m stressed?
I splash my face and neck with cold water, but it does nothing to keep my dirty thoughts in check, so I head back to the kitchen, run a glass of water, and down most of it. Leaning against the kitchen door frame, I try to guess how many pages he’s read so far. He must be close to the scene by now. I can see his eyes getting wider as they scan back and forth across the page, the gulp in his throat as he swallows deeply. It’s unbearably horny watching him react to the filth I know he’s reading. His jaw drops further open as he finishes the chapter and snaps his book closed.
Suddenly he stands upright. “Holy fuck.”
I have to cover my mouth with my hand to stop a laugh bouncing out.
“Kara, this is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever read. This is torture.” No matter how hard I try, I can’t help myself from dragging my gaze from his face down over his body to where there’s no hiding just exactly how tortured the scene has made him feel. I can see the outline of him straining against his jogging bottoms. I have a flashback to watching him stroke himself on his sofa, and my whole body feels fizzy. He must have followed my gaze because he sits back down and pulls a cushion onto his lap.
“I’m so sorry Luke! A friend told me this was a really sweet read. I mean, I knew there’d be sex in it, but I didn’t realise it would be this graphic.”
“Pornographicmore like.”
“I honestly did not see that coming.” We lock eyes and both burst out laughing at the unintended innuendo.
“Do you want to take a shower?” I ask.
“Together?!” It comes out as half cough, half laugh.
“No! God, no, I mean a cold shower, to...” I wave my hand back and forth in the general area of his crotch, “you know... calm down.”
“It’s only...,” he turns his wrist to check his watch. “It’s not even 11am. This is a strictly after hours book.”
“Smut keeps no schedule.” I press my lips together, trying not to smirk.
“I might have to shelve this one and read something more PG rated for a bit. I’m an old man, Kara. I haven’t been training for public smut reading as long as you have. You have a problem. You’re a filthmonger.”
“I understand. Do you want to tryThe Sweetest Little Pie Shopinstead?”
“Are the piesactualpies or vagina pies?”
I throw the book into his hands as I shake my head, laughing. “Normal pies. Edible pies. Sweet pies. Pastry pies.”
“OK, you need to stop saying pies.”
We fall back into our spots and he starts his new book while I keep going withTen Night Stand. He must notice me getting a little squirmy because he lays his open book on his chest.
“Kara, how can you read a book like that and not need to, you know, relieve yourself?”
The frankness of his question makes me snort, but it’s a valid one. “I mean, if I was reading this alone, I’d have definitely come several times by now.”
“Jesus Christ.” He grabs a cushion and smothers his face with it. “Don’t be that honest with me again.”
Thankfully, the sex becomes slower, hot but intimate, as Daisy and Marco get to know each other more deeply. Sometimes a book will really blindside you and unlock a kink or plant a seed of a new fantasy that you hadn’t considered before. Though I’m pretty sure I don’t want anyone to watch me have sex, all I could picture during that chapter was Luke going to town on me, bending me over the balcony bars, rain soaking our skin. Thank fuck, I don’t have a balcony of my own. A concrete patio isn’t quite the same vibe.
