Our Scorching Summer (Perks & Benefits #2)

by Kels Stone

My date fainted while he was inside me. Not from one too many drinks—although I’m sure the three negronis he knocked back didn’t help. He fainted because of me. One minute, he was clumsily thrusting into me as if trying to rear a prized horse, and the next, he was on the floor. Presumably dead. After getting all six feet of him into the recovery position, I spent the next five minutes debating how I’d plead in a court of law: Sorry, Your Honor, my pussy is so good, it kills men. Or what exactly I’d tell the paramedics if I were to call an ambulance: One minute he was in, and the next, well, you see. Mr. Penthouse woke eventually, peeling open his eyelids with the might of someone who’d taken the nap of the century. He brushed the whole thing off and fell asleep like it wasn’t the most mortifying thing I’d ever witnessed. His exact excuse was It’s no big deal; sometimes I pass out when I get too excited.

“Stick with me, princesa.” Nico stands, extends his palm toward me, and helps me to my feet. “I’ll make every day worthwhile.”

“People fall in love in all sorts of ways. There’s no use trying to understand how and who your heart will pull toward. It’s why romance is fun. It’s entirely unpredictable.”