Page 32 of The Boyfriend Experience

“Well,” I say, taking him in. “The perfect boyfriend is always on your side, ya know? Even when you’re being crazy.”

He chuckles under his breath. But his eyes never leave mine. He just stares at me. “What else?”

“And,” I say, biting my lip as I think, “he protects you.”

“Like he gets you a security door for your elevator so no freaks can find their way up on accident.”

I giggle and nod my head. “Kinda like that, yes.”

“What else?”

“He remembers things.”

“What kind of things? Like birthdays, and anniversaries, and Valentine’s Day?”

“Pfft,” I say. “No. That’s the standard package.” Which makes him smile. Big enough to really flash that chin dimple at me. “In the deluxe boyfriend package he remembers things like… how she enjoys cooking for him so he brings home fresh ingredients once a week.”

He raises his eyebrows high on his forehead. “She enjoys cooking?”

I nod. “She does. And he enjoys eating it. Even if she does try some experimental dishes every once in a while. In fact, he searches for obscure recipes online and just brings the required groceries home every now and again to show his support.”

“Ahh,” he says, laughing. “Noted. What else?”

“He dresses up for Halloween.”

“Hmmm,” Law says. “Like matching costumes kinda dressing up?”

“Exactly,” I say, forcing myself to keep a straight face.

“O-kay… is that it?”

“Nuh-uh,” I say, shaking my head a little. “There’s more.”

He waits, but he must get my meaning when I don’t answer—and I’m grinning like a dumbass at the thoughts running wild in my head. Because he says, “Right. He knows all her sweet spots that want to be massaged.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. “He does.” And then I lean into his ear, my lips brushing against the stubbled skin of his jaw, and whisper, “He can make her come in seconds if he wants. Or he can draw it out of her slowly over an entire night.”

“Which does she like better?” he whispers back.

“Depends on her mood. For instance, tonight… she’s wound up tight and just needs a release. The perfect deluxe boyfriend would know that and act appropriately.”

I lean back just as he opens his mouth to respond, and place my fingertips on his lips, saying, “Shhhhh.”

He stares at me for seven long seconds. His eyes searching mine. Darting back and forth like he’s waging some internal war with himself.

But then his hands find their way to the curve of my ass and I close my eyes and say, “You have great hands.”

CHAPTER EIGHT - LAWTON

So this is what I’m thinking as all this is happening.

She’s drunk.

She’s hot.

But she’s drunk.

But she’s coming on to me.