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It was logical to avoid things that caused uncontrollable and potentially hazardous reactions. I already had a list of those. Shellfish. Cocaine. Explosives. And now, Sydney Ward.
I was… different. Weird. Awkward. I wasn’t good at making friends
“Reading is good for the brain. It increases knowledge, expands vocabulary, strengthens cognitive skills—did you know that reading can reduce stress by up to sixty-eight percent? It works faster than listening to music or drinking a cup of hot tea.”
Research showed messiness and clutter were common characteristics among people with higher IQs.
“Oh, it’s nothing.” She dried her hands and began looking through the cabinets. “I’m fine.” Fine. Gunner said to never believe a woman when she said she was fine.
Achilles had his heel. Samson had his hair. Superman had kryptonite. And I… I had Sydney.
“Any scene involving Dixon,” Zoey chimed in with a grin. “Seriously?” Hunter sat forward and stared. “What? He’s pierced!” Hunter lifted a brow. “Say the word, and I’ll bring Prince Harry into this marriage tomorrow.” “It’s actually a Prince Albert,” Ranger chimed in. “If you’re referring to the genital piercing that passes through the urethra—”
“Did you know there are health benefits to swallowing semen?” I said quickly and reached for my boxer briefs, quickly tugging them up my legs. “Semen contains spermatozoa which contain cortisol, and cortisol increases oxytocin which elevates moods.”
Getting your dick sucked is life changing, Baby Brains. I could distinctly recall Gunner’s words when he’d picked me up late from school after an SAT prep session. I remembered the smell of the girl’s perfume that still clung to the fabric of the seats in his car. One day you’ll understand.
“Honey,” he murmured, taking another lick along my seam and groaning as he swallowed. “You always say honey in your books.” I was being tortured… by my own instruction. This man had read almost all of my romance novels, cataloged them in his mind like an erotic encyclopedia, and now unleashed all that knowledge on me—on my body with fervent hunger. My mouth opened and shut, and if it was possible for my face to feel any hotter, it did. “Am I wrong?” He moaned. “Not honey. Forbidden fruit.” My gasp turned into a strangled cry when his lips set around my clit once more and sucked hard, milking
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“Oh god.” I cried out, white-hot pleasure ripping through me. My body clawed at the edge of an orgasm that was just out of reach. “Not god. The G-spot is named after Grafenberg.” “Ranger.” Our eyes locked over my trembling stomach, and I panted. “Are you finger fucking or fact fucking me?” “Both.” His eyes glittered. “Do you want me to stop?”
My hands went to the waist of her leggings, stripping them along with her underwear and leaving her in nothing but her socks. “Socks?” “They stay.” I swallowed hard, my voice hoarse as I continued, “Cold feet can affect your ability to fully relax and thereby affect your ability to orgasm.”
I sat forward and rested my hands on the table. “Have you seen the show Suits?”
“Goddammit, man!” Jerry hollered. “We can all be heroes when we need to be.” And
