100 Lifetimes of Us (The Romantics #1)

by Maggie C. Gates

“Listen here, Annie Cakes. I know this one isn’t yours, but I’m scared for this guy’s sexual health. If you ever need notes on the male orgasm, I’m your man. Any question you have. Consider me your cock consultant.” He cringed. “That was probably over the line for this arrangement.” He held up three fingers in a scout’s salute. “I solemnly swear not to sexually harass you unless you explicitly ask for it.” I couldn’t contain my laughter. “Your boss must really have his hands full with you.” He grinned. “It’s my job to ensure that everyone’s heads stay out of their asses. And I take that very seriously. Miles Zhou: commander of fun. I know you haven’t met Keller, but trust me—it is a paramount responsibility. He might suffocate if he doesn’t extract his head from his bowels and come up for air once in a while.” Miles punctuated the statement with a tip of his book, then went back to reading. I got back to work, lulled into the zone by a false sense of security. “Dear God,” he groaned after twenty seconds of silence. Why did I think Miles could actually be calm and quiet? “The author’s understanding of the male orgasm sounds like a traumatic experience more akin to a kidney stone. Or possibly duct taping uranium to the scrotum. Romance novel men apparently don’t come, they’re just ejecting glowing plasma from scrotal radiation poisoning.” He turned the page and gasped. “I’m concerned for this dude’s health. Why is his—uh—byproduct described as stringy ropes?” He pursed his l...