Page 23 of Give You Up

“Yes.”

From the gleam in her beautiful eyes, that is all she plans on giving me. Guess I’ll be doing the leg work in this conversation.

“How long you been a snuggler?”

“Professionalsnuggler.”

“You give group rates?” I bite into my burger and sip my beer.

A touch of a smile on her lips. She shakes her head. Wisps of white-blonde hair fall across her eye, and I reach out and sweep the strands aside with my knuckle. Don’t want to smear sauce on her skin.

“Personalsnuggler.”

“How long again?”

“Since I moved to Dumas.”

“Have there been others?”

“Dare’s my only client.”

“Add me to your list.”

“I’m not accepting new customers. Anyway, you can’t afford me.”

“I don’t have billions, but give me a few more years and I can get there.”

I work summers for my dad. Build computers and websites on the side. A hobby my mom encouraged. Thank fuck she did. My skills are her plan B now that she finally left my dad and the security he provided with his money.

“Tied up in stocks, I’m assuming.”

This girl is sharp. “The power of compound interest.” I pick up a fry and run it over the ketchup on my plate until it’s lathered with it. “How’d he get so loaded?” I stick the fry in my mouth, chew, and swallow before washing the grease down with my beer.

“He designs and tests video games for his family.”

“Gaming is a lucrative business.” I wipe the grease and salt on my fingers from the fries on a napkin.

“It is. It’s also the reason the Sterling guys have crazy names like Midnight, Red, and Malice.”

“If I were a Sterling dude, what name would I be given?”

“That’s a no brainer.”

“It is?” I cock a brow. This conversation is interesting as fuck, and we haven’t yet circled back to me being her newest customer for this snuggler gig of hers.

“I’d name you Rage for obvious reasons.”

I chuckle. “Spot on, Pixie Dust.”

“What would you name me if I were a Sterling dude?”

“If you had asked me back when we were dating, I’d say Serenity. Now? I’d name you Hardcore.”

To make my point, I zone in on her sexy-as-fuck piercings, from her right brow to her nose to her bottom lip.

What will it be like to press my mouth up against the balls and the sliver of metal? To flick the tip of my tongue over that sinful strip of silver before I suck her bottom lip into my mouth?

Or to feel the cool metal stroke my cock as she sucks me off? My dick comes to life. No. Fuck no. Not here. I haven’t had a boner in God knows how long, and suddenly, bam, B-man decides to come out and play?

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