Page 90 of Romancing His Heart
Preston: Are you guys out of your tits? First, you complain because you’re having too much sex. No such thing, btw. Now you’re saying you couldn’t finish a book because it made you feel too much? Do you hear yourselves?
Trevor: Fuck off, Pres. Read the damn books and then talk to us.
Preston: Done. I’ll check in tomorrow after I’ve finished and prove you’re all a bunch of pussies.
Dexter: #Realmenreadromance. Deal with it, motherfucker!
Loki: I don’t even know what to do with you guys anymore.
Preston: Luvs
Dexter: Luvs
Trevor: Glad to have you back. Luvs.
Luvs? Maybe Preston is right. I’m not sure how to handle these feelings-happy-emotionally-in-touch guys I used to call my friends.
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“Hey.”
“Jesus,” I bark, attempting to hide the Kindle but end up smacking my face on it.
“Whatcha doin’?” Sloane drawls.
“Na-nothing. You just startled me. I didn’t hear you.”
I didn’t hear her. I was so lost in her book that I didn’t even see her cross the room.
“You seemed pretty focused on your book. What are you reading?”
“Military.”
Laughter erupts from her sweet mouth.
“Military? Is that what it’s called?”
“Ah, Military History, or something like that. Are you already done for the night?”
That was fast. What the hell time is it?
“Already? Loki, it’s after one in the morning. I got carried away in a scene and lost track of time.”
“You got carried away in a scene?” I groan. Reaching for her, I drag her into my lap and whisper in her ear, “Tell me about it.”
Chapter 29
Sloane
“Tell me about it,” he growls into my ear, and I swear to all that’s holy, my panties are soaked from his voice alone.
Biting my lip, I glance up at him nervously. “Do you want me to read it to you?”
“No, I want you to tell me. Right here. Right now, while we act it out. Scene by scene.”
“Oh my God,” I whimper. I won’t make it through one sentence before he renders me speechless.
Loki’s hands glide under the hem of my shirt, teasing the skin as he slips it over my head. I turn in his lap so I’m straddling him, and his eyes go hazy as he takes in my cleavage. The expensive underwear that Preston sent does wonders for my full D-cups. They’ve never looked so voluptuous.
