Page 77 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
Penny and Char zeroed in on her.
How’s it going with Raz? Good question!
Libby tried to conjure some serenity, but she must have maxed out her positive energy reserves with Sebastian. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Girls, you know how I feel about negativity.”
Penny raised an eyebrow. “I feel abutcoming on.”
“But,” Libby lamented. “I am ready to open up a can of karmic whoop ass on the man.”
Penny nodded to the red scarf. “Would that be before or after he gave you another hickey?”
Holy hot love bites!
Libby reached for the scarf that must have loosened since she’d twisted it around her neck like the scarlet fabric was all that kept her head attached to her body.
“That’s not one of Madelyn’s scarves, is it?” Char asked.
Libby adjusted the scarlet fabric. “Yes, it sure is.”
“Does it have secret powers?” Char asked, touching the corner.
“Not that I can tell. Red is the color of passion and power,” she answered, wishing it did have the secret power to make beefcakes act like actual caring human beings.
“That is her thing,” Penny remarked, taking her turn to stroke the luxurious fabric. “When did she give it to you?”
“She offered it to me this morning while Raz’s grandmother was sizing me up. Madelyn, Sebastian, and Raz’s granny Finola arrived at the house while Raz and I were…”
“Were?” Charlotte said, stretching out the word.
Libby looked between her best friends. There was no sense in holding back now—not with the hickeys giving her away.
“They arrived while Raz and I were going at it like sex maniacs,” she answered, slumping, then cradling her head in her hands.
“Libbs!” Penny exclaimed. “Did your O return?”
Libby closed her eyes. Her skin tingled at the thought of Erasmus Cress pumping his hips as he brought her over the edge, again and again.
“Libby, are you there?” Penny asked.
She blinked. “What?”
“You spaced out. Were you getting in a little spontaneous meditation?” Char teased.
“No, I was replaying all the sex I had last night through my head. There was a lot.”
Char lowered her voice. “How did it happen?”
“I told him about my messed-up chi and my missing O, and he volunteered to help. I’ve tried everything, and then I remembered a holistic school of thought that supports the idea of like curing like. I figured, if Raz was the cause of my missing O, he could be the cure.”
“Did it work? I mean, you’ve got hickeys, and you’ve copped to sleeping with the man, but that doesn’t mean you were able to orgasm,” Penny reasoned.
Libby leaned back and remembered the man’s abs, his strong hands, and those eyes owning her every moan. “Oh, I had an O. Actually, I had so many Os I lost track.”
“Are we talking five Os?” Penny pressed.
Libby shook her head.
“Ten Os?” Penny whisper-shouted.
