By the Numbers (Love Logic, #3)

by K.M. Neuhold

“I didn’t think you were paying attention,” he whispers, darting a glance at my paper, the blush on his face deepening when he sees the sketch of the still not totally perfect erect cock. I’m not sure what there is for him to be so embarrassed about. He has a boyfriend; I’m sure he’s seen a dick before. Not to mention, I assume he also has a dick that he’s probably seen. Although, assuming can be a hazardous pasttime. For all I know, neither Elijah nor Pax have penises. It’s not exactly my business either way.

“I just meant that usually when you imagine a mega genius, you imagine all they read is obscure medieval texts or physics textbooks.” He waves his hand dismissively again, cookie crumbs flying everywhere. “I read all that shit when I was twelve. It’s boring; no one ever kisses. Now, someone getting dicked down hard?

Dildos, as in plural? I’ve given the idea of sex toys some thought from time to time, but never taken the plunge. How many dildos does a person need? And why is the thought Alex having an overflowing drawer full of sex toys so hot?

is it more of a violation to use someone else’s sex toy in their own bed? Or is fucking myself with Alex’s dildo already so far over the line that I’ve maxed out the violation, thus leaving his bed as fair game?