Page 34 of Jacob Michaels is Trouble

“Fifty Shades of Grey.” I cringed before shoving the potato in my mouth.

A sharp, genuinely amused laugh escaped Lucas’ throat as he pulled up a barstool to sit down across from me. Once he had his own fork poised over his plate, he looked over at me with a sly grin.

“How dirty is the book?” He asked, then skewered a vegetable. “I’ve never read it. Obviously.”

“I shouldn’t have.” I sighed.

My boyfriend chewed and urged me on.

“Not that dirty.” I shrugged. “I mean, other than people thinking BDSM is taboo and everything, it’s not that bad.”

“They tie each other up?”

“Um, I think he tied her up,” I replied, focusing on my food as we discussed one of the worst—but most fun—books in American literature. “I don’t think the BDSM went the other way.”

“Doesn’t seem fair.”

“True.”

“Does he spank her?” Lucas asked. “Mr. Grey, I presume.”

“Well, duh.” I chuckled as I skewered a carrot. “I mean, it’s BDSM. You have to have a little spanking, right?”

“Agreed.” Lucas chewed. “Blindfolds?”

“I think, yeah.”

“Whips and chains?” Lucas asked. “Handcuffs?”

“Probably.” I shrugged as I chewed and skewered another vegetable and reached for a biscuit. “I can’t remember specifically, but that sounds right.”

“Toys?”

I made an “mm” sound as I bit into the biscuit. Warm, melted butter greeted my lips and tongue, and my eyes closed in ecstasy as my stomach growled appreciatively again.

“What would Mr. Grey—”

“Christian,” I mumbled around the mouthful of half-masticated biscuit.

“—Christian make Anastasia do while she was all tied up?” Lucas asked. “I mean, after he spanked her, of course.”

“Sex stuff.” I shrugged.

“Babe,” Lucas said.

“Yeah?” I looked up and stuffed more of the heavenly biscuit into my mouth. “What?”

Lucas stared at me blandly.

“What?” I laughed nervously, barely understandable due to the mouthful of buttery biscuit in my mouth.

Lucas merely shook his head, an amused grin creeping onto his face as he stood from his barstool and slowly rounded the counter. Once Lucas was around the corner of the counter, and my view was unobstructed, I realized that Lucas Junior had joined our party. I swallowed the half-chewed biscuit in my mouth, nearly choking at the sight of my boyfriend’s boxers straining out towards me as he approached. Lucas stopped short of actually pushing against me, but he was close enough that one slight movement and part of my body would be touching one of my favorite parts of his.

“Oh,” I said simply, clearing my throat.

“You should have known better.”

“Talking about literature really does it for you, huh?”