Title: The Other P Word
Author: MK Schiller
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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I started imagining stories in my head at a very young age. In fact, I got so good at it that friends asked me to create plots featuring them as the heroine and the object of their affection as the hero. You've heard of fan fiction... this was friend fiction.
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He set the drink in front of me and poured one for himself. “Did you come to see me?”
“Are you going to tell me you just happened to be in the neighborhood?”
“Would you believe I got on the wrong bus?”
“Sometimes you can get on the wrong bus and still manage to get off at the right stop.”
A partial groan…almost a growl halted me.
“Howdy neighbor,” he said.
“What the hell, Evan. You can’t just barge in on me.”
He grinned, kicking the door so it opened all the way. “Your door was ajar.”
I stomped over to him. “It’s not a jar. It’s a door.”
“Funny. What are you? Six years old?”
“Sometimes. I can’t believe you spied on my slutty dance.”
“Did you do that at the club the other night?”
“No. I only do it in private.”
“That’s good because your private dance is liable to cause a lot of public hard-ons.”
“You’re pretty gross.”
“And you’re pretty.”
I cleared my throat. “My turn - what’s the craziest sexual thing you’ve ever done?”
He chuckled softly, probably recounting the event. “I let a girl drive my bike and then I made her come.”
“That’s not crazy.”
“While she was driving it.”
My mouth gaped. “That’s so dangerous.”
He shrugged. “We had our helmets on.”
“You planning on coming in or you just gonna keep undressing me with your eyes?”
I shook my head and cleared my throat. “In all fairness, you’re not wearing much to begin with.”
He leaned toward me, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Then why the hell is it taking you so damn long?”
Teaser 5 (naughty)
I couldn’t finish because he started then. He stroked me with that tongue and every time I got used to a movement, he changed it up, causing me to cry out again. He held onto my legs, keeping them spread. I fell back on the bed, falling, falling, falling apart. He hooked each of my legs over his shoulder and sat up, lifting the lower half of my body with this. I watched him eating me out like he was hungry for me…starving. And I don’t know if he meant it to be instruction, but it sure the hell was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. His thumb gently pressed on my clit and he inserted another finger, while his tongue still thrust inside me.
He peered at me, his eyes blazing.
Evan may have been part porn star and part rock star, but in that moment, a new nickname surfaced above all others. Evan David Wright was….The Pussy Whisperer.