Page 61 of Breaking Hollywood

“Not before you had a good stare at them! You’re just a damn pervert.”

“You’re the one who has a titty hard-on.”

“A titty hard-on? What are you? Twelve? Oh, and you’ve got drool on your chin by the way.” She gives a smug look.

I wipe my hand against my chin, which does in fact have drool on it. But it’s not mine; it’s that damn fucking goat’s. I dry my hand on the duvet.

“That fucking goat,” I mutter.

“She’s got a name,” she bites. “It’s Gucci.”

“It’s a stupid fucking name.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Now, who’s acting twelve, Nipple Girl?”

Her face is red with anger, her eyes flaring. She’s never looked hotter. My dick is as hard as steel under the covers.

“Shut up, Hoppy!” She stamps her foot and then stomps off.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I call to her back. “Aw, come on, Nipple Girl. Don’t go. I was just starting to have some fun.”

She half-turns. “You can have fun alone.”

She nods in the direction of my cock. I look down, and there’s a definite bulge showing under the covers. Seems it wasn’t hiding me as well as I thought.

Oh well.

“I’m going to make breakfast,” she says in a pissy tone. “Would you like one dose of arsenic in your coffee or two?”

“I’ll skip the arsenic, thanks. Just sugar and creamer.” I give her a saccharine smile. “Will your nipples be joining us for breakfast?”

Her eyes narrow at me. She looks sexy as fuck.

“I don’t know. Is your erection going to join us?” Her face flames the second she hears how that sounded.

I burst out laughing. “Speedy! You dirty little pervert!”

“I-I…” she stammers. “Ugh! Fine! Laugh it up, you big jerk!”

She yanks open my door.

“Aw, Speedy! Don’t go!”

I can’t breathe; I’m laughing so much. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I laughed this hard.

Hard.

And, now, I’m laughing even more.

“Do you want breakfast or not?” she snaps, arms fitted tight over her chest.

I calm my laughter, taking some deep breaths. “Don’t worry about breakfast,” I say, still a little breathless. “Tate’s coming, and he’s bringing breakfast with him.”

“Fine. You still want coffee?”

“Sure.”