Page 31 of The Boyfriend Experience

“I know! Right? She’s even copied my hair! Did you know when I met her she had a pixie cut? And now it’s long, and wavy, and wild just like mine!”

“I was joking, Oaks.”

The nickname makes me smile. “My dad used to call me that.”

“Sorry,” he says, redirecting his concentration to the massage. Which feels way better than it should. Like… my whole body is vibrating. Tingles are climbing up my leg headed straight for my pussy.

When they get there it begins to throb.

He’s right. I should stop this now.

But he called me Oaks. Like we’re old friends. And he’s here and there’s no awkwardness like there usually is with a first date—even though this wasn’t a date.

It sorta feels like a date.

God, Oaklee. Get your shit together.

So I try to concentrate on the conversation.

“No, I miss that nickname. And I do miss him, so you were right about that. Taking over the business was always my lot in life. But not this way, ya know?”

Now his smile is sad. And I don’t want to feel sad. Sad is something I’m very familiar with. So I pull my legs up, get on my knees and crawl over to him. Sit in his lap and straddle his legs.

So much for getting my shit together.

“What are you doing?” he asks, staring up into my eyes.

“I’m not that drunk,” I say, leaning in to kiss him.

He kisses back. No fight. No words. Just…

His tongue finds mine and they move together like we’re old friends. Like this isn’t our first kiss, even though it is. Like we’ve done this a thousand times before, even though we haven’t.

“I lied,” I say, whispering into his mouth.

“About what?” he whispers back.

“I bought the boyfriend experience for me.”

He smiles and I love the way it feels against my lips.

“And you’re perfect so far.”

“Am I?”

“Mmmhmmm. You open doors. And tell me to wear my seatbelt. And walk me home.”

“That’s just the standard service, ma’am.”

“Oh.” It’s my turn to smile against his lips now. “Well, I paid for the deluxe package. What’s that include?”

“You tell me. What’s your idea of the perfect boyfriend?”

I lean back, gripping the firm muscles of his shoulders, and think about this. He just gazes up at me with this stupid smile on his face.

Not stupid, like stupid. But stupid like cute.

Yes. Cute.