Page 191 of The Grand Ruin: Lance & Scarlet-Part One

“Mason told you anyway.” He turns the page. “What does it matter?”

“It matters. I’ll remember this.”

“Hmm.”

I smile as he quietens again.

“A book about a woman fake dating a rugby player?”

“Yep, but there’s a twist. And there’s this one scene where they get to the hotel, and there’s only one bed,” I add, smiling as if it will help sell it to him.

“Who comes up with this shit?”

“I like to call them literary queens. The givers of the world, doing the lord’s work.”

“You sure it’s not just a cult of horny women thirsting over fictional men?”

“That cult of horny women thirsting over fictional men taught me how to do that thing you like with my tongue, Mr Sullivan.” I pull the book from the shelf and thump it against his chest. “Read it. Maybe you could learn a thing or two.”

He started the book this morning and hasn’t put it down since.

“Where are you at?” I ask.

He shakes his head and looks up. “She’s in a group call with her friends. Is this how you girls talk when you meet up?” He peers back down, reciting the words. “I did it. I fucked him. He’s big, girls. So fucking big that he had to finger me again just to stretch me out a little more. And when we eventually did it… Christ. I’ve never been so full.”

I try to stifle my laugh as his gaze comes back up. “Like, I’m sorry what? Who’s having these conversations?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“No wonder you wanted to go and get a bigger cock extender from Nells. I thought I was doing okay for size until I read this.”

I throw my head back, laughing, and then I hear the book close and a light thud. His body moves over me, and I widen my legs to accommodate him as he settles over me. I cup his face. “I promise your penis is perfectly adequate for me.”

“Jeez, thanks, sunshine.”

I can’t help but chuckle.

“Adequate.” He huffs. “Don’t go giving up the day job to pen any raunchy novels of your own.”

“I won’t,” I promise, still smiling as I pull his face closer. He’s hard in his jeans, and I can feel the outline of him against my thigh. “But if I did, I would write that your cock fills me up so good it makes my pussy wet just from the thought of it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh-huh. Or that when you do sink inside of me, you fill me up so good I end up feeling you there the next day. That I crave having you inside of me, even in the moments I shouldn’t. In my pussy. My mouth. Between my tits.”

A deep groan leaves him, and he grinds himself into me. “I’ve always wanted to fuck your tits.”

He kisses my neck once before leaning back and lifting my dress over my head, discarding it. Then he works his way up my body, knees at my ribs, smirking down at me as he reaches around to unhook my bra.

I have a class today at eleven o’clock, and after sneakily slipping away and out of Lance’s bed, I made the decision to stop by and see Joey again.

We’ve never spent much time at Lance’s place, but this week I’ve been prepping for my first set of exams and asked if we could spend our nights closer to the city. Lance reeled off all the reasons it made sense, mostly the extra time he gets to spend in bed with me.

But it was Lance who asked when we’d be going back to the estate this morning, his love for my home making my heart swell.

“I’m happy for them. It’s good,” Joey tells me.

I smile over at him, watching as he works at his small round dining table. I’ve been over to see Joey twice since the first time I told Nina I would. He invited me inside last week, and I couldn’t say no. He’s a genuinely lovely guy. He’s just going through some stuff right now.

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