Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
I consider that. “Okay, if we get to the point of total physical exhaustion, we’ll brainstorm things we can do to tantalize and titillate that won’t require either of us to blow a fuse. But for now, we’ll stay the course, because, damn, people freaking loved those two shows, Auggie.”
“Of course, they did. You’re incredible, Charlotte. Like sunshine in human form.”
My hearts flutters. “Aw, I bet you say that to all the girls you finger-fuck while anonymous strangers watch online.”
Auggie laughs. “You caught me. It’s true. I do say it to all of them.”
As I guffaw with him, I feel a sudden, undeniable desire to lean in and kiss him. Why not? We’ve already been naked together. Twice. He’s made me come. Twice. He’s come on my tits. Twice. And now, we’re eating pizza, drinking beer and wine, and watching a movie. That sure sounds like a perfect date night to me. And what better way to end a perfect first date than sharing a perfect first kiss?
No, Charlotte.
Bad idea.
It would complicate an already complicated situation. Things are already confusing enough. Also, as a practical matter, we probably shouldn’t waste a drop of sexual energy behind closed doors—and I know full well what usually happens when a man kisses me well. Sweep me off my feet with a pitch-perfect kiss, sir, and you’re gonna get fucked.
Yeah, the smart move here is definitely for us to keep all our pent-up sexual tension bottled up and only set it free when we’re on-camera. Once we’ve earned enough money to pay Carlo and put this entire mess behind us, then perhaps we can reward ourselves with some delightful kissing and whatever else follows—in private.
Auggie turns away from the movie, having a thought. “Hey, can you usually get yourself off, pretty reliably?”
I snap my fingers. “Like clockwork. I have a magic vibrator that gets me off in two minutes.”
“Perfect. We’ll keep that vibrator on standby during every show. If you’re feeling like it’s not going to happen for you, then you’ll incorporate the toy into the plotline on the fly, and I’ll roll with it.”
I sigh with relief. “Great idea.”
“And, of course, you should always feel free to use me, any way you want. I’m at your service. Your human dildo.”
I giggle. “I’ll keep that in mind. I’m not too worried, though. Usually, I can’t get there with someone who’s extremely good looking. But somehow, normal rules don’t apply with you.”
He waggles his eyebrows. “You think I’m extremely good looking?”
“You know you are.”
“You said I’m not your type.”
“You’re not.”
“But you think I’m extremely good looking.”
“Objectively.”
Auggie looks at me quizzically.
“Okay, to be fair, from about ages eleven to fourteen, every square inch of my bedroom walls were covered in boy-band posters that looked just like you. So, there was a time when I admit you were the epitome of my type. But over the years, I started gravitating to dating only ugly-hot men.”
Auggie chuckles. “Ugly-hot?”
“Men who’d consider me out of their league.”
“I’d consider you out of my league.”
I snort. “Oh, come on.”
“It’s true.”
“You smiled at me at Captain’s. Clearly, you thought I was very much in your league.”
“I told you. I thought maybe you were someone I used to know. I wouldn’t have had the courage to smile at you like that, otherwise.”
“You can’t be serious.”
Auggie shrugs. “I’m shy. It takes me a while to come out of my shell. I’m not the guy who’s ever gonna hit on a woman in a bar.”
My heart and clit are pounding in equal measure. He’s absolutely adorable. And, man, did I have him all wrong. “Who did you think I might have been?”
“Kelly Gessler. My first big crush from summer camp at age fourteen. She starred in all my teenage wet dreams that summer. She was my first real kiss. My first handjob, too. She was amazing.”
I laugh. “Did Kelly have red hair and freckles?”
“She sure did. And a big, sparkling personality, just like you, too.”
I bat my eyelashes. “Sounds like you’ve got a type, Mr. Vaughn.”
“Oh, I do, Miss McDougal.” He slides his big hands across my thigh, causing goosebumps to erupt across my skin. “And you’re it.”
I glance down and discover Auggie’s still sporting a gigantic boner underneath his sweats. One he’s not even trying to hide anymore.
“I really like you,” I eke out, my heart hammering against my sternum.
“I really like you, too.”
If this were a date, we’d kiss now. No doubt about it. But it’s not a date. And I’m not going to kiss him. And then fuck him. And make things even more confusing and exhausting than they already are.
I lean back sharply. “I didn’t have my first kiss until age seventeen. Before that, I had to settle for kissing the boy banders on my bedroom walls.”
“The truth comes out. I’m everything you’ve been dreaming about since age eleven.” He laughs. He’s making a joke. But I must admit, the words ring true.