He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)

by Meghan Quinn

“Do you ever watch porn?” “What do you think the answer to that is?” Mischievously she dances her fingers over my chest. “Yes.” “You would be right. At the moment though, since you’ve been around, I haven’t needed it.” “What did you like to watch?” she asks. I shrug. “Didn’t matter. I don’t have a specific kink. Anything that would get me hard, really. Why . . . do you have something you like watching?” She shakes her head, but I can tell she’s lying. “We’re honest, right?” I ask her and she nods. “So tell me.” “It’s embarrassing.” “No, it’s not,” I say. “There is nothing embarrassing about getting turned on, it’s natural.” She moves her teeth over her bottom lip before she says, “I really like watching guy-on-guy porn.” “Really?” I ask, surprised. “Huh, I wouldn’t have guessed that.” “There’s just something about it. I don’t know. Two dicks are better than one.” My brow raises. “Well, just so you know, I don’t share. There will only be one dick in this relationship.” She laughs. “Trust me, Halsey, you have enough dick in your pants for four men.” “Good answer.” She plays with the collar of my shirt. “Would you ever watch it with me?” “Sure,” I say. “Really?” she asks with a look of surprise. “Yeah, why not? If you’re into that, then sure, babe.” She shakes her head almost in disbelief. “Perry would never.” “Good fucking thing I’m not Perry.” “You certainly are not.”