The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

What in the ya hoo was coming out of my fucking mouth right now? I was an embarrassment to all humankind.

“This looks like more than just a bad day…but we can go with that story if it makes you feel better,” he said, reaching out to brush a tear from my face. All thoughts escaped me as I watched him bring the tear to his lips. He licked it off. And he seemed to savor the taste. “There, now we can share the bad day,” he murmured

Good job, Ari, I told myself. Because it was important to give yourself mental high fives when you were fucking amazing.

Strawberry frosting on my dick. A dickcake.

There was nothing worse than a meat fart. Don’t think about meat farts when you’re about to seduce your woman!, I screamed at myself.