Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
“Yep,” I tell her, “And as bad as it sounds, it was one billion percent worse to live it. The only things that made it better were the orgasms and earning my two-thousand-dollar bonus.” I drop that bombshell on purpose, a little humble brag among friends who typically celebrate each other’s wins, but she’s focused on something else.
“You’re not usually into the hookup scene. He must’ve really charmed the jumpsuit off’a you.” She helped me pick out the pink jumpsuit for the meeting and knows it’s not exactly a shove it up and shove a dick inside type of outfit. Not that I’ve done that . . . in a while.
“He did,” I confess. “Didn’t hurt that he was a blond, blue-eyed sex god, either.” A blissed-out smile takes my face as I remember Chance laid back on the chaise, waiting for me to suck him down.
“I’ve got one of those at home and know how persuasive they can be. Carter can hakuna ma-tata’s anytime.” Luna’s description of her husband as a blond, blue-eyed sex god jars me more than her bastardization of a Disney movie saying because she watches more kid movies than anyone I know and doesn’t have kids of her own.
But come to think of it, Chance did vaguely resemble Carter, in that ‘Hamptons in the summer on a private yacht’ way.
“You gonna see him again?”
I probably should’ve said something to Chance before leaving this morning, but he seemed too good to be true, and in my hazy mind, I hadn't wanted the awkward moment of ‘I’ll call you’ when we both knew he wouldn’t, so I’d quietly snuck out, leaving nothing more than a lipstick kiss on his shoulder, where it stuck out of the sheets as he slept. Something told me that it’d both irk and amuse him to wake up and find a long-wearing mark staining his skin.
“Nah, one and done. I snuck out for my walk of shame, not that I’m ashamed of a thing after that awesome night. But we’d never work anyway, and I’ve got to focus on school and making bank. The good news is that I’m giving notice at the store. Bedroom Heaven is way more money, in my area of expertise, and flexible for classes. And they don’t treat you like you’re as disposable as the straws.”
“Save the turtles!” we intone together, a silly habit we picked up anytime someone mentions straws.
Then Luna’s brows lift almost to her hairline. “Are you sure? Huge congrats on the bonus.” She smiles as she acknowledges my boast. “But it takes a lot of hustle to sell that much all the time. What if you can’t do that again?”
I nod, reasonably sure of my decision. Jaxx was right. Sex sells, and orgasms sell even more. And worst-case scenario, I can get another job in the blink of an eye if everything goes to hell. Being a college area, there are always jobs available at retail stores, restaurants, and coffee shops. It’s not ideal, but it’s supported me well enough the last few years.
“Speaking of, could I interest you in our new Velvetream Rabbit?”
“What? No!” Luna protests . . . too much.
“Babe, I know you’re not that innocent anymore. You and Carter get up to some probably illegal, definitely immoral, and totally unholy things, and you can’t tell me otherwise.” I’m mostly teasing because Luna was a virgin before she met Carter, but she’s definitely made up for lost time with her new husband.
Luna laughs, covering her mouth with her paint-splattered hand as though she's a little embarrassed by my assessment. “Nope, maybe, and you’re daaaamn right. But I don’t think we need to add anything buzzy to the rotation.”
“Buzzy, non-buzzy, sucking, thrusting, numbing, sensitizing . . . we’ve got it all. Direct and indirect stim, Bluetooth, remote controlled, and more.” I add a little bit of a snake oil salesman vibe to my list of possible contenders, but Luna’s not having it.
“Thanks, but no thanks. Carter’s enough for me.”
Shaking my head, I give it one more go. “It’s not about his not being enough. It’s more about adding some spice, some va-va-va-voom, some surprise.”
“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs disbelievingly, but she’s saved from my next round of sales tactics by Olivia screeching.
“You fucker!”
I look over and nearly panic because I think she’s talking to Gracie like that. But thankfully, that assumption is quickly assuaged because though she’s looking down at the girl, she’s talking to Peanut Butter, whom Gracie is lying over protectively as if Olivia is going to attack him instead of vice versa. Peanut Butter doesn’t seem concerned with the yelling and is licking Gracie’s face like this is a new game.
I jump up and rush over, Luna right behind me. “What’s wrong?”
Olivia is wiping away at her jeans and kicks off her tennis shoe as she tells me, “I was sitting here, minding my own business—”