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How am I going to get her attention without startling her? And more importantly, how long, once I have it, will it take me to get inside her?
I guess it’s a good thing I’ve always been quite skilled at multitasking…
Ruby
My breath catches and hangs in my chest like it’s trapped inside a balloon as the audiobook narrator softens her voice to a seductive hum.
God, I love audiobooks like this, where it’s dual narration throughout the entire book.
It makes the story jump off the pages and come to life.
I’m just getting to the part in the book where the hero and heroine come together for the first time, after a week and a half of reading in dribs and drabs thanks to the requirements of adulthood, and the anticipation has my nerves shot all to hell.
There’s been thrusting and touching and a whole hell of a lot of tongue, and I’m as close to climax as the heroine is at this point.
That’s it, Sergio, push me over the edge.
“Oh God,” Catarina moans in my ear, the fall into a pleasure-filled abyss all but in progress.
My eyes close and my chest tightens as I rub at the fabric of my sundress to steel against an unsatisfied ache between my legs.
It’s been a year and some change since I’ve felt the stroke of a man for real, and, with how busy I am, I don’t see that changing anytime soon. I sleep, eat, go to law school, go to work, and on days like today, when I have a hint of free time, I do things like cover for my best friend Kevin at his job at the law library.
I need this orgasm more than Catarina does—and she’s a thirty-five-year-old excommunicated nun having sex for the first time ever.
I blink languidly, so ready to hear Sergio’s heartfelt, sated words I’m almost shaking—and look right into the caramel-brown eyes of a man I’ve never met.
Oh, shiitake mushrooms.
I’m right on the cusp of coming by association, and a stranger is waving at me to get my attention. He smirks, and my stomach drops. Holy horny basketballs—can he tell I’m a millisecond from proverbial climax?!
A gorgeous, muscled, tanned, perfectly suited stranger who’s waiting on me to do my job might know what my O-face looks like.
Shiiit.
I rip off my headphones quickly, scrambling to pause the audiobook on my phone by clicking at the screen, but it won’t stop. I can hear the low hum of Sergio telling Catarina how perfect her pussy is, and I panic.
Oh God, if I can hear it, the gorgeous man with the dimples can probably hear it too!
I snatch the phone from the marble top of the library front desk and bang it against my other hand like I, all of a sudden, need to turn into the Hulk to turn off my audiobook. Of course, the bang does nothing other than throw off my equilibrium, dislodging the phone from its spot between my fingers and sending it into a ping-pong-like match between my hands.
I smile anxiously—read: like a lunatic—at the man who’s made patience look like a birthright, and I gasp when my lack of coordination finally outwits my persistence. The phone lurches toward the floor, and with a shattered screen and the money it will cost to fix it flashing through my mind, I do the only thing I can think of.
I grab the cord of the headphones, desperate to stop the descent.
Unfortunately, I’ve overestimated the strength of the cord entirely. The plug lets go, not only allowing my phone to smack into the stone floor with a sickening thud, but also switching the audio of my book from headphones to full speaker mode.
“Oh God, Sergio. I love your cock,” Catarina says, and for all the echoing going on in the centuries-old architecture of this fucking chasmlike place, she may as well have yelled it.
Holy audiobook orgasms. My cheeks flush pink, and my heart stops beating in an impressive showing of synchronization. I am mortified.
The man standing in front of me bites at the plump flesh of his bottom lip as his smile deepens.
“Fuck yes, you do,” Sergio says. “Your pussy loves it.”
Cool it, Sergio, you horny bastard!
I scramble for the phone on the ground, dropping to my knees without care for how hard the tile will be as they hit it and slapping at the phone like a cat with a string.
In a matter of ten seconds, I’ve morphed from a woman running the front desk at the law library into a flipping vaudeville comedy act. Add in some old-timey music and jazz hands, and I’ll be able to take this goddamn spectacle on the road.
“Oh yes. Oh yes!” Catarina shouts.
Good Lord, Catarina! Can’t you come quietly, for fuck’s sake?
If I didn’t know this was a contemporary romance audiobook, I’d be convinced Catarina was in the middle of a porno. For once in my life, I’m a little annoyed that the male and female narrators are so convincing.
