Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Theo nodded. “However, if you’re on your knees, you can hide your face and let your partner deal with the fallout while he tucks his bits into place.”
“It sounds like you’ve given that scenario a little thought,” I singsonged.
“No, I—” Theo opened and closed his mouth comically. “This is a very inappropriate conversation to have with a stranger.”
“Yeah, but that’s the thing about strangers like us…we’ll probably never see each other again. A month from now, you’ll forget my name, what I looked like, what we talked about, and—”
“Fairy cakes and blowjobs,” he intercepted.
I hooted merrily. “I’m renaming my bakery tomorrow.”
“It has a nice ring, doesn’t it? We didn’t actually discuss blowjobs, though.”
“Should we?”
Obviously, I was kidding. Of course, we shouldn’t discuss BJs or anything sexy. Christ, that was all kinds of a bad idea. I was counting on him to blush and reset boundaries. Then I’d apologize and we’d change the subject like two mature adults capable of navigating ribald jokes and abandoning the punchline before it made things weird.
But Theo surprised me.
He didn’t blush or sputter, and he didn’t seem to give a fuck about boundaries. He leaned across my armrest, his pretty eyes lit with mischief.
“Definitely not,” he replied with a laugh. “I don’t know why, but I’m reminded of my first boyfriend who considered himself a sex guru. He claimed he could teach me how to give the perfect blowjob. He had a long list of dos and don’ts. I cringe when I think of my younger self memorizing every word that idiot said. Some of it was decent advice, but experience is always the best teacher if you ask me, and Randy didn’t have it. And perhaps this is TMI, but I’ve done enough experimenting to be sure I know how to give the ultimate…well, you know.”
“Blowjob,” I rasped in a gravelly voice.
He nodded, adding, “And hand job.”
Okay, I lost control of that thread fast. I licked my lips, grateful when a chipper flight attendant appeared out of nowhere to save the day.
“Sir, please lift your shade for landing.”
Thank fuck.
I pretended to fiddle with my seat belt and adjusted my semi while Theo raised the shade next to him. The familiar green patchwork fields visible from the window indicated we were close to landing. Good. Though I admit I was torn between being thrilled to get out of this tin can and sad to say good-bye to Theo.
Regardless, it was time to reset some boundaries by asking about his final destination or something safe like that.
I shifted to face him. “So…what constitutes the perfect blowjob?”
A slow-moving grin spread across his face like wildfire, lighting his eyes with unabashed mirth. “I’m sure you can guess.”
“That’s it?” I huffed incredulously. “You can’t withhold vital info like that. C’mon, tell me.”
Theo chortled. “No way. That’s…rude. We’re in public.”
“True, but no one is listening. Trust me. The craziest things in life happen in broad daylight on busy streets in the middle of crowds.”
“You don’t think ears would perk up at the mention of fellatio?”
I glanced around the airplane expectantly. “Nope. Do you?”
He did his own recon before leaning in. “Well, all right, things I’ve learned are as follows: It’s important to be enthusiastic, use your hands. Any part you can’t get into your mouth should be stroked or fondled. And saliva is your friend. It’s okay to be sloppy, then clean up your mess. There’s more, but…you get the idea.”
“Uh…right.”
And now I was a horned-up, strung-out man on the edge. My dick pulsed behind my zipper, begging for release and yeah…that wasn’t going to happen.
He triple-checked his seat belt as he settled into his seat again. “Of course, that’s from my own personal data bank. Hmm. I’ve said too much, haven’t I?”
I swallowed hard. “Nope. All good.”
“You did ask.”
“That was a mistake,” I grumbled.
Theo’s lips twitched in amusement. “You’re funny. I’ll remind you that I—” He paused when the plane touched down. “Are we here?”
I nodded just as the captain announced that we’d arrived at London Heathrow. We shared a smile as the cabin came to life with the sound of clicking seat belts, opening bins, and random chatter.
Time to get back to reality.
Reality consisted of gathering my shit, getting through customs, finding some real food, and getting a good night’s sleep before organizing myself to move to Bath for the month to oversee the pop-up.
Theo and I walked off the plane together, shuffling like lemmings from one line to another—passport check, baggage claim, customs. I was sent through without a hitch and could have been in the queue for the London-bound train, but I lingered in the corridor, waiting for him.
I couldn’t say why. Yes, I liked him, but this was where our story ended. Geez, I must have been delirious with fatigue, ’cause this was not normal behavior for me. I repeat—not normal.