Page 50 of Beautiful Crazy

Shit.

“Uh, sorry. I dropped a bowl.”

She never told me about that guy.

Why didn’t she tell me about him?

Who the fuck gags while servicing his partner?

Not any man. That’s who.

Why do I feel so suddenly protective of her?

Emily Chesney is not the kind of girl you gag on.

Fucking Asshole.

I want to punch that guy right now. Whoever he is.

“He gagged? Like seriously gagged?” April asks, shocked, but still giggling.

Em nods. “Sure as hell did. Said he hadn’t been feeling well all night and the more he thought about sex the more nauseous he became. Ran out of the room to the bathroom. And it was his apartment, so I saw myself out and haven’t had sex since that day. Come to think of it, I guess I haven’t had sex since before that day because Mr. Gags a lot never got it up. Seriously, he may be the reason I might suffer from clitoral atrophy.”

Shelly rubs her forehead, her brows drawn in. “What the fuck is clit…whatever you just said?”

“Clitoral atrophy,” Emily repeats. “If your clit doesn’t receive enough blood flow it could retract back into the body. And what if that happens and it never comes back out to play again? Instead of a teeny clitty peeny, you could have…oh, my God! You could end up with dimple-clit!”

Everyone looks at each other and busts out laughing. Everyone that is, except for Emily who looks horrified. I think she’s convincing herself that not only is dimple-clit a real thing, but that she also clearly might have it.

“Em, I’m sure your clit’s not dimpled,” Hadley reassures her. “Maybe you just need to get a guy who can find the right spot for you to prove it so you can feel better.”

I can find the right spot every time.

“Seriously.” Shelly whines. “Why is it that men can’t seem to find the right spot?”

What the fuck?

I can always find the right spot.

I don’t need a fucking roadmap.

I just need her in front of me, legs spread wide…

Fuck. It’s hot in here.

Should I open a window?

“Right?” April agrees. “And if they can’t lick the clit, they can’t dip the stick. Sex isn’t all about their penis. That’s why my ex is now my ex.”

What I wouldn’t give to spend an entire night licking Emily’s…

Yep. It’s definitely hot in here.

Lacey looks at Hadley and because they’ve all had too much to drink, loudly whispers, “Graham does not have a problem finding the right spot.”

Hadley almost spits out her drink, giggling. “Beckham doesn’t either. If there’s one thing those Fox boys know how to do, it’s fuck. Am I right?”

There we go.

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