Page 76 of Can't Always Get What You Want

“She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, begging without words. He didn’t need instructions—he knew her body like he’d mapped it out himself, and he was going to worship every inch with his swollen cock.”

I glance at the door guiltily.

Still no Nova.

Still just me. And this book. And a growing realization that I am way out of my depth here.

“She reads this stuff,” I whisper to no one. “Onpurpose.”

I flip to yet another page.

“He dipped lower, his mouth hot on her skin, his tongue tracing a path that made her whimper. ‘Tell me what you want,’ he said, and she did. God, she did.”

I shut the book. Quickly.

Chuckle under my breath and place the book on top of the small stack, careful not to disturb the others.

I lie back on her bed, arms behind my head, trying very hard not to think about what I just read.

Which is impossible, of course. Because now all I can picture is Nova pressed against me, book and vibrator and who knows what else hidden inside this room.

This is getting dangerous.

I’ve officially crossed into enemy territory.

A bored, unsupervised man in a beautiful girl's bedroom, armed only with poor impulse control and way too much time on his hands? This is how people end up on TikTok with videos that begin with, “So I was hiding in her room…”

“All right. No more lying around.”

If I’m stuck here, I might as welldosomething with myself.

I root around and find a whiteboard leaning against the wall, behind a small desk, markers attached.

I pick it up, grab the blue marker, and write in block letters:

NOVA’S BEDROOM SURVIVAL GUIDE:By Luca, prisoner of boredom

Do NOT open mysterious drawers. You will learn things. Things you can’t unlearn. You will regret it.

Avoid page 247 of romance novel.

Vibrators are stronger than they look. I fear them. Respect the buzz.

If you hear Gio approaching, roll under the bed and pray.

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