Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Oh.” I looked up at him hopefully. “So it’s not that you don’t want to, but that you can’t.”
He shook his head, his eyes dark with either anger or frustration. “I’m sorry, Shelby, but”
“No. We’re not giving up.”
He glared at me. “Why don’t you go in there and masturbate? It’s not easy. I’m used to having an attractive woman begging for it, not some sticky magazine with women in slutty nurse’s costumes.”
I’d gotten this far, and I wasn’t about to give up.
“Let me try,” I said, my heart hammering.
His brows shot up in surprise. “You?”
Clutching the handle of my bag so hard my fingers tingled, I nodded. “Give me two minutes to use the bathroom and then I’ll go in there with you.”
The corners of his lips quirked up. “Is there a section in your binder about the male erection?”
I scowled, unamused by his derision. “Will you just give me two minutes?”
He put his hands up in surrender. “Yeah, fine.”
Once inside a bathroom stall, I called Marlowe, praying she’d answer.
“Hey, did you get the spunk?” she asked.
“Not yet,” I whispered. “This is an emergency. I need to know how to turn a man on, and quickly.”
“Why? Does this guy expect you to jerk him off? Because I don’t think that’s how”
“Marlowe, I don’t have time. Please. Tell me what you know because I have no idea. I’ve never done this. How do I make him come?”
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and then, “Okay. So, you can easily do this by just talking to him if you do it right. Make it all about him and his cock. If it’s more than…I don’t know, like six inches when he’s hard, call it his big cock. Tell him you’ve been fantasizing about having his big cock in your wet pussy.”
“Oh, Jesus.” I cringed just thinking about saying it.
“And be breathy. Moan if it feels right. Tell him he makes your nipples hard and you want to suck his big cock, ride his big cock, and take his big cock in all your holes.”
I groaned with disgust. No wonder I was a virgin. This sounded horrible.
“Are you sure this will work?” I whispered, hearing someone else walk into the bathroom.
“Yes, but you have to sell it. Make him believe you want his cock so bad you can’t survive without it. Think about something you really do want and pretend you’re talking about that.”
A baby. I wanted a baby that badly.
“Okay, I have to go,” I said. “Thanks.”
“Oh, and tell him you want him to come on your face. They love that.”
“Ugh. Goodbye.”
“Bye, babe. Good luck.”
I ran from the bathroom back out to the hallway, wondering if Beau would still be there. He was leaning against the wall and looking at his phone.
“Let’s do this,” I said, sounding a lot more confident than I felt.
He gave me a skeptical look, but then turned and led the way to a small, white room that did feel incredibly sterile. There was a wood rack on the wall filled with magazines with well-worn covers I wouldn’t have wanted to touch, either. A round plastic cup with a lid and a paper bag sat on a shelf.
“Listen, Shelby, if you try to do this, you’re going to think the problem is you, but it’s not. I just can’t relax here.”
“Try,” I said, a note of pleading in my tone. “Just try, please.”
He looked reluctant, but nodded.
“I’m shy about this stuff,” I said, which was a dramatic understatement. “So I want to talk to you, but I don’t want us to look at each other while I do it.”
“Okay.”
He walked over to the shelf where the container was and opened it, then started to unfasten his jeans. My pulse skyrocketed. I raced over to stand next to him, closing my eyes and speaking as close as I could get to his ear. He was so much taller than me that I was talking to his shoulder, though.
Think about the baby, Shelby. Think about how much you want your baby.
“I…like your big cock,” I managed, dying inside. “It’s really nice and I want it inside me.”
“Okay,” Beau said softly. “I can work with that. Tell me more.”
I tried to remember exactly what Marlowe had said, but I was so nervous that it all jumbled together. My dream of a family was dependent on my ability to be sexy, and that was laughable.
“I want your big cock in all my holes,” I said, already running short on material. “And I want you to come on my face.”
Beau sighed softly. “Look, I appreciate you trying, but I can’t do this. Not here. Not like this.”
My dreams of a child with his beautiful blue eyes were slipping away. I ignored Marlowe’s advice and turned to my gut instead.