Buttons and Hate (Buttons, #2)

by Penelope Sky

“You don’t have to be large to be strong. Strength comes from a place deep inside us. It’s the ability to deflect pain, to persevere when failure hits you in the face like cold rain. It’s refusal to break under someone else’s reign. It’s a lot of things. Size is irrelevant.”

“I guess all the sex keeps me in my prime.” “Then why don’t I have a perfect body?” A smile formed on my lips even though I tried to stop it. “Who says you don’t?” “Me. I’ve got love handles, thunder thighs, and flabby arms.” A laugh escaped my lips because it was ridiculous. “Flabby arms?” “Yeah.” She lifted her arm and shook it. “See how it moves?” “That’s skin.” “It’s still saggy.” “And what are thunder thighs?” “When I walk, they shake. You know, like thunder.” It was just as ludicrous as the last complaint. “Button, you’re insane. None of those things is true.” “Yeah, they are. I look in the mirror every day.” “And I fuck you every day.” Her self-image was preposterous. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever had in my bed. “My opinion triumphs.” “No, it doesn’t. All you notice are my tits and ass.” “Those aren’t the only things that make a woman sexy. It’s everything combined together. It’s the hair, the lips, the eyes…not just the obvious parts.” “Then what do you find most sexy about me?” She rested her arms on my shoulders to hold herself up. “Hmm…that’s a hard one.” “I already know what you’re going to say.” “Really?” “My pussy. You love that thing.” I chuckled. “I do. But no, that’s not what I was going to say.” “Then what?” I tried to think of the things that turned me on the most. Sometimes, it was the movement of her soft hair. Sometimes, it was the shape her mouth made when she screamed my name. Sometimes, it was the tight muscles in her back when she was on all ...