Page 36 of Book Boyfriend
“Luna seems fierce. I might be a little scared of her if I wasn’t used to having strong women in my life. But next time she answers the phone for you, I’ll make sure to ask her about all your bad qualities.”
“Let’s both pray she never does it again. I’m sorry for that. She really had no business talking to you that way.”
“Don’t be sorry. I appreciated it.”
“Oh, you like the idea of being kidnapped, huh? You must be a sick pervert.”
“You can kidnap me any time you want. And I think I’ll wait a little while before I reveal all the sick, twisted things about me. Including what I’d be willing to do to you.”
How do I respond to that? I visualize opening a locked door and a small cat scurrying out excitedly. She’s been locked in there for ages. I decide it’s time I let my inner kitty cat out to play. “I write sex for a living, Fisher. You’d have to really push the envelope to surprise me.”
“Challenge accepted. Did it just get hot in here? I think I’d better go while I’m ahead. I need a cold shower.”
“What’s wrong? Am I too much for you?” Rrrarrr . . . I imagine my kitty claw pawing him in the air.
“Hell no, and if I were there right now, I’d move in a little closer.”
“So move in a little closer.”
“Are you in your bed?”
I glance around the room and stare at the dripping container of ice cream on my coffee table. “Yes,” I lie.
“What are you wearing?”
Oh, this got dirty fast! I gaze down at my pink flannel PJs. “A T-shirt and underwear.” Flannels aren’t hot.
“Maybe I should FaceTime you.”
Oh shit. I think I have dried ice cream on my chin. “I think we’re doing fine like this.”
“So am I in the bed with you?”
“No. You just walked in the room.”
“I walk in and see you in your bed in a T-shirt and underwear?”
“Yeah. What are you going to do about it?” I slide down so I can lie on my couch. Fuck, this is fun.
“I’m walking over to you right now and I’m taking off my shirt as I move.”
“Uh-huh.”
“When I reach you, I slowly run my fingers along your bare skin, from your calf up to that hot dragonfly tattoo on your thigh.”
My body tingles all over. He noticed.
“Then I crawl on top of you and suck on your bottom lip.”
“Uh-huh.” My fingers begin to trail down my chest.
“I lift your shirt at the hem and slide my hand underneath it, pulling on your nipple with my fingertips.”
“You’re really good at this. Do you have a side job as a phone sex operator?” I ask through a giggle.
“Shh . . . tell me where your hands are.”
“My hands are on your back, but I’m slowly sliding them down to your ass. You have a really nice ass.”
