Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
She quickly deleted the photo and wondered what she should do next.
The best thing would be to go home, have a couple glasses of wine, and watch a rom-com or something. Anything to get her out of this foul mood.
She searched through her contacts. She could call home and talk to her mom or sister. She could also call Jude.
She could even call Shade. With him, she just wouldn’t be able to vent about work. Otherwise, she might end up jobless and not because of being fired, but because her boss would no longer be breathing.
That was also her fear when it came to talking to the rest of her family. If Shade caught wind of her troubles at Smith’s, he just might hop on his sled and take a trip south.
She had to protect her stepfather from himself.
Instead, she continued to scroll. She could text Gabi and see what she was up to. See if she wanted to grab dinner or something or even come over to watch the movie with her.
But before she found Gabi’s number, another entry caught her eye.
BBC.
Was that a joke? It had to be a joke.
She didn’t put that in her contacts—
No damn way…
Holy shit. She forgot that Romeo put his number in her phone at Bangin’ Burgers.
Should she call him? Or just try to ignore that he existed?
Or she could call him.
Just to give him shit about the whole BBC thing.
But maybe that was why he did it. To get a reaction from her.
She should ignore it.
She should.
But did she?
Of course not. She clicked on the number and pressed Send.
Her excuse? She really needed to take her mind off work that didn’t involve a lot of alcohol. He might be able to do that without her getting buzzed to do so.
The man with a “BBC,” as he self-proclaimed, might be her solution.
His phone only rang once before he answered. “‘Bout time.”
She rolled her eyes at that greeting. “BBC? Really?”
A deep chuckle filled her ear. “Know what it means?”
“Why don’t you tell me, since you’re the one who put it in my phone?”
“Would rather show you.”
“I’ve seen it.”
“Worth takin’ another look.”
“Then, you can send me a pic.” A dick pic, that was.
“2D pics don’t do it justice. It’s more impressive in 3D.”
“Honestly, Rome, at the time, I didn’t know better. Now I know you’re only average.”
“Damn,” came his whisper.
“I don’t know who’s cockier. You or Zeke.”
“Guess you could say I’m cockier since mine’s bigger.”
Maddie groaned and rolled her eyes even harder this time. “I haven’t seen his to compare.”
She couldn’t even see it in the picture she deleted. A woman’s head with long bleach blonde hair had censored it. However, she did note that someone needed her roots touched up.
But that was neither here nor there.
“He’s a bit young for you, dontcha think?”
“Well, I’m pretty sure the age difference between me and him is the same as me and you. Am I too young for you?”
That shut him up. At least for a second or two.
“Whataya doin’?”
Funny how he wanted to change the subject instead of answering. “Sitting in my car talking to you.”
“Why you in your cage?”
Good thing she knew that “cage” was biker slang for her vehicle. “I’m trying to decompress.”
“From what?”
“Work.”
Silence filled her ear for a few seconds. “Whataya doin’?”
What? “I just told you—”
“No. Whataya doin’ callin’ me?”
“I figured that’s why you put your number in my phone. So I’d call it.” Duh.
“Whataya lookin’ to get outta this call?”
“A conversation?” She didn’t realize Romeo was so damn dense.
“That ain’t it.”
“It isn’t?”
“What d’you want from me, Maddie?”
“I just said a conver—”
He cut her off again. “Ain’t it.”
“Okay, then tell me why I’m calling you.”
“Want me to take your mind off whatever’s makin’ you need to decompress.”
Well, that was true. Maybe she was wrong, and he wasn’t so dense after all.
“Know plenty of ways to do that,” he went on.
That might be true, too. “How?”
“First, I’m gonna spread you wide, bury my face between your sweet fuckin’ thighs, then use my tongue ’til you scream for me to stop. ’Til you buck off the bed. ’Til you come so many times, you can’t even fuckin’ move.”
His crudeness should be a turn off. It was the opposite.
Why did his deep voice combined with dirty words light her on fire?
“Then, I’m gonna—”
“Romeo,” came out on a ragged breath in an attempt to stop him.
She didn’t need to hear him explain it, she could already picture it in her mind.
Her pussy clenched violently and began to throb. Her fingers and toes curled. Her pulse pounded in her ears.
He needed to stop before she climaxed right there in her driver’s seat in the parking lot of Smith’s.
She never had phone sex before, but she imagined this came damn close.
“Gonna fuck me over again or you gonna lemme fuck you?”