Page 29 of The Fed Sex Man

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Tyson

I scannedher from head to toe. Her hair was up, and her glasses sat low on the bridge of her nose. Wearing a pair of black low-waisted dress pants and a matching tight-fitting sleeveless top, she seemed taller.

I normally found the type of pants she was wearing rather unflattering. That particular pair accentuated her perfectly round butt, leaving nothing to the imagination. With Shawn at my side and my eyes fixed on her ass, I sauntered in her direction.

“Jesus,” Shawn said. “That cowgirl’s sexy as fuck.”

As always, Shawn’s tone was three notches louder than it should be, leaving everyone within earshot aware of his intentions, regardless of how quietly he thought he was talking.

“Keep your thoughts to yourself,” I whispered. “She’ll hear you.”

“She’s a freak,” he responded. “If she hears me it’ll turn her on.”

I covered my mouth with my hand and feigned a yawn. “You’re an idiot.”

“She’s a freak. I’m tellin’ ya, if she hears me, it’ll make her clit tingle.”

“If she hears you, she’ll think you’re a douchebag.”

“Whatever.” He glanced at the women. “Nerdy chick looks like Garber for sure. Sexy ass lips on that bitch, god dayum.”

I turned toward the bookcase and plucked a book from the shelf.

“What are you doing?” Shawn asked.

I thumbed through the pages, stopping at a completely random section. “I’m going to need you to shut the fuck up,” I whispered.

He stepped beside me and grabbed a book. “She can’t hear me.”

“Everyone can hear you.”

“Fine,” he huffed.

“So, you’ll shut the fuck up?”

“I’ll do my best.”

I skimmed through a paragraph and chuckled at absolutely nothing. “Don’t fuck this up,” I said under my breath. “I mean it.”

“Dude’s got an ice cube in his mouth and he’s sucking some chick’s tits on the front porch,” he said matter-of-factly. “He just dropped her dress to the floor. She’s standing there, naked, on the porch.”

I glared at the book he held. “What the fuck are you reading?”

He glanced at the cover. “Submission. I’m buying this fucker.”

“You’re not buying a book.”

“The fuck I’m not. Chick’s dig intellectual dudes.”

“You’re not intellectual.”

He raised the book. “If I buy this, it’ll look like I am.”

Feeling regretful for having brought him, I shook my head. “Don’t embarrass me.”

“Moi?”