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I swipe the Kindle open, and it’s on the end credits for whatever book Emily’s just finished, so I click the home button.
Her library looks like a Google image search for abs.
Swipe, swipe, swipe—pages, and pages of books with dude abs. Motorcycle dude abs, guy in a suit abs, guy with his arm around a chick in a bra abs. I spend two hours a day in a gym, and I have never seen so many abs.
Emily Walker is into smutty book
s now? Fascinating.
I go back to the home screen and look at some of the titles to see what she’s into these days.
Taking What’s His
My Filthy Billionaire Boss
Surrender to My Control
Rock Hard Racing
Hmmm, Rock Hard Racing, you say?
Tapping on that icon, I settle into the couch while the sounds of the paddock die down for the night, and the sky continues to darken.
Ugh, it’s about NASCAR, lame.
Nevertheless, I want to know what Emily’s been reading all those times I saw her in the coffee shop. I start reading Charlotte and Steel’s torrid love affair.
Who is named Steel in real life? This is ridiculous.
Three chapters in and things are getting serious. Charlotte is in trouble, her ruthless boss is on her case, and she needs this job to pay for her mama’s kidney transplant. Is Steel going to pussy out and let that happen? He’s been trying to get into Charlotte’s pants, but she needs this job, damnit.
“Just pay for the operation, you douche,” I mutter to myself.
Another couple of chapters breeze by, and Charlotte is now spread eagle on Steel’s tongue, and everyone’s loins are burning, bosoms are heaving.
I picture Emily reading this stuff every night as she tucks herself into bed, getting hot and touching herself. She always liked me talking filthy to her, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but I can’t stand the thought of other guys talking to her like that.
Did the guy she was dancing with at the club take her home and say this shit to her, too?
“Is that my, oh my god, what are you doing?” I hadn’t even heard Emily come up the stairs onto the deck.
“Give me that,” she tries to swipe the Kindle from me, but my arms are much longer. I hold it out of her reach as I lie on the couch with her hovering above me.
“I’m just getting to the good part,” I smile. Even under the moonlit sky, I can see Emily’s face turn bright red and a flush start to overtake her neck.
“This isn’t funny,” she holds her hand out, expecting me to hand her the Kindle back. There’s a slight tremble to her fingers.
“No. Nothing is funny about Charlotte’s mama needing a kidney transplant. This is serious,” I bite my inner lip and try to keep a straight face.
“Cole,” she covers her face with one hand.
I put one hand up to keep her from snatching the Kindle and bring it back down before me with the other. “Ahem, now then,” I start reading aloud. “Charlotte panted, her thighs quivering from the assault of Steel’s tongue on her wetness.
‘Yes, Steel, yes,’ Charlotte cried.
Hearing her cries of ecstasy, Steel dragged himself over her naked body and lined his thick cock up with her entrance.
‘You want my stick shift, baby?’ He taunted her.”
