Page 78 of Stay for Forever

“Tell me where the snake is!”

I roll off the bed and approach him with my palms out. “It’s okay, Mav. The snake isn’t here. I promise you.”

“Promise?” His voice is two octaves higher than normal. Someday I’m going to tease the living shit out of him for it, but today is not that day.

I grasp his hands and squeeze. “Yes, I promise.”

His shoulders fall and he blows out a puff of air. “I hate snakes.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You don’t say.”

“I was bit by one when I was filming Romancing the Writer. They didn’t know if the snake was poisonous or not and I had to be airlifted to the nearest hospital, which was a three-hour helicopter ride away. The entire time I thought I was going to die in some no name hospital in a no name town on the edge of a jungle in South America.”

I wrap my arms around him. “I’m sorry. No more snake jokes.”

“And maybe you could get rid of the terrarium?”

“Because you asked nicely, I will.” I release him to pick up the glass enclosure. “I’ll put it in the garage for now. I can probably sell it back to Forest.”

“Forest?” he asks as he opens the door to my garage for me.

“He owns the pet store, Unleashed, remember? He’s the man who thinks wearing pants should be optional.”

He groans. “Now, I remember. The man has no shame.”

I set the terrarium on a shelf. “From what I’ve seen, there’s nothing for him to be ashamed of.”

“Juniper Berry West, have you been checking out Forest?”

I shrug. “He’s kind of hard to miss.”

“He’s old enough to be your grandfather.”

“And, according to my mom, love is love and we shouldn’t judge other people if they want to have a dalliance with an older man.”

He chuckles. “Dalliance?”

“Do you prefer the word sexual relations? Or intercourse? Maybe coitus? I swear coitus was my mom’s favorite word when we were growing up.”

“You mom talked to you about coitus?”

“Didn’t your mom ever give you the sex talk?”

He snorts. “Um, no. Moms do not give sons the sex talk.”

“I didn’t expect a man who’s danced around the maypole to be such a sexist.”

“It’s not about being sexist. It’s about knowing how the parts work from first-hand experience,” he explains as he shuts the garage door, and we return to my house.

“The parts work? What parts are we talking about?”

“I don’t think I can tell you.” I raise an eyebrow. “I need to show you.” He presses his hard cock into my back.

“I might need to examine how these so-called parts work in order to understand.”

He leans down to lick the skin behind my ear. “I think I can arrange a demonstration,” he whispers, and goosebumps break out on my skin.

I glance over my shoulder and flutter my eyelashes at him. “What about my parts? Do you want to examine those?”

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