Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Julius?”
When I turn around, the picture is in front of me, and I pretend like this is totally normal. “Yeah?”
“Oh my god.” Her eyes widen in shock, and I feel heat flame down my neck. “Is that you as a baby?”
Does she mean the baby’s arm in my jeans? I glance down and realize the picture I’m holding is of me as a toddler on a wooden rocking horse.
“With a cowboy hat?” She squeals with excitement as she hurries closer, and then to my horror, she bends down to get a closer look.
“Um, Liv,” I try to say, but she’s not listening to me.
“This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
I close my eyes and once again wish for a shovel so I can dig a hole and bury myself. Maybe imagining her calling my cock cute will get it to go down.
“Look how chubby you are.”
Okay, nope. Definitely not going down.
“Can I see it?” Without waiting for me to respond, she goes to take the picture from me.
“Wait, I—” Before I can stop her, she’s got the picture out of my hands, and then her eyes land on my crotch. Her eyebrows rise up, up, up her forehead, and then her mouth falls open. “I, um...” I stammer and try to put my hands in front of myself, but it’s no use. The problem is going down my leg, and I’d have to use several hands to cover it.
“Is that...” She doesn’t finish her sentence before her eyes slowly lift to meet mine.
“You’re in my bedroom,” I say and then shrug like that explains it.
Yeah, that shovel would be great right about now.
Chapter Seven
LIV
It’s not often I’m left speechless, but right now I’m struggling. Not only with what to say but also making sure it’s not wildly inappropriate. Julius would probably hurry me out of the door and never come to my store again.
It’s so big, and I’m so small. The more I stare, I swear the bigger it gets. “You’re hard,” I blurt out. Dang it. I think I went too long without speaking so my brain shot out words.
“You’re in my bedroom,” he repeats.
My tongue darts out, wetting my bottom lip as desire blooms in my lower belly. Heat settles between my thighs, and I wonder if I could even spread them wide enough to fit him. Hell, he couldn't fit in me so probably not.
“Me being in your bedroom causes what’s happening down there?” Is he thinking about us having sex? Now I’m imagining him tossing me onto his massive bed and having his way with me. I’m grateful he can’t tell that I’m turned on. Although I can feel my panties getting wet and sticking to me.
My eyes drop to his dick, and the hard outline in his jeans is unmistakable. My fingers itch to reach out and touch it. I want to know just how hard his cock is and what it feels like.
“Ignore it. I’m sorry.” Julius runs a frustrated hand through his hair.
“It’s not like you can control it, right? It happens.” I lean in, wanting to hear whatever he says clearly.
What I really want is for him to say it's all because of me. That he’s having filthy thoughts about me that he can’t control. That he’s lured me out here to have his way with me. God, I really need to lay off the romance books.
“I wouldn't say that,” he grumbles under his breath, and I notice his ears are turning slightly red.
“And it’s not really something you can ignore, I mean, it’s kind of, um, huge.”
“Fucking hell.” He drops his head and closes his eyes tightly.
“Hey, that’s a compliment too, right?” I could be wrong. “At least I think it’s huge. I’ve never seen one in person. Not that I’m asking to see yours!” I rush to add, although I wouldn’t exactly stop him.
Julius’s eyes pop open, and he’s staring at me, not saying a word.
“What I’m saying is, I’ve seen them on a screen a couple of times. A girl gets curious, you know? I read about it and saw a couple of sneak peeks with the Max subscription my parents had."
I’m rambling, and I don’t know how to stop. Julius stares down at me, blinking slowly.
"I think it matches you, you know. It's proportionate.”
I stupidly move my hand up and down like I’m one of the girls on The Price Is Right, and his dick is the prize. I quickly jerk my hand back, and Julius’s brow pulls together, his expression unreadable. The silence is too much for me. I can’t stand it, so I keep going.
“But it's like a compliment, right? That I can make it like that.” Do not point at it, Liv. Don’t do it. “You know.” Even as I’m telling myself not to do it, I point right at his dick.