Are friends with
benefits worth the cost?
My cocky friend Will doesn't believe that I'm frigid, but what does he know? His promises might make me shiver but it doesn't mean he can give me a happy. He's so confident he's betting me money on it, and a thousand bucks is a lot of money to a poor college student.
Once should be enough to taunt him with "I told you so," right?
But I didn't know he meant trying everything once...
This super hot 25,000-word standalone new adult romance novella has adult language and themes, and a happy ending (several, actually).
My cocky friend Will doesn't believe that I'm frigid, but what does he know? His promises might make me shiver but it doesn't mean he can give me a happy. He's so confident he's betting me money on it, and a thousand bucks is a lot of money to a poor college student.
Once should be enough to taunt him with "I told you so," right?
But I didn't know he meant trying everything once...
This super hot 25,000-word standalone new adult romance novella has adult language and themes, and a happy ending (several, actually).
“Let me ask you
something,” he said, squinting his eyes at me. I nodded hesitantly, and his
hands splayed out further on my face. His thumbs drew together to almost touch
under my chin, and his pinky fingers grazed my earlobes, sending a ripple down
my spine. It was like he was studying the shape of my jaw, the line of my
throat and the curve of my cheekbones.
“Have you ever been
aroused?”
My eyes widened. “Uh,
I suppose so? I’m not a virgin,” I reminded him. Technically.
He scowled. “You can
have sex without being aroused, though it’s sure as fuck a bad idea. And you
can most definitely be aroused without having sex.”
I opened my mouth to
say something then closed it, to which he raised an eyebrow.
“Do you want me to
list the clinical symptoms?”
No, I didn’t. His
hands trailed down my neck, the pads of his thumbs coming to rest in the hollow
at the base of my throat. Hopefully he couldn’t feel my heart racing.
“Maybe I’m asexual,”
I suggested, a lump forming in the back of my throat. “I mean, I’ve never even
gone to a bar and thought someone was hot.” I felt like such a freak. “Aren’t
girls my age supposed to get drunk and want to get laid?”
He tilted his head
one way, then the other, examining me. “It’s possible,” he granted. “But I
doubt it. You’re getting turned on right now.”
“No…”
“Arousal is a
physical reaction to stimulus, as well as a mental one.” While he spoke, his
thumbs traced my collarbone on either side, back and forth, like he was rubbing
a lucky penny in his pocket. “It’s easier to become aroused by someone you feel
comfortable with already,” he informed me as I let out a little hum.
Then he must be wrong,
I thought. I was feeling distinctly uncomfortable right now, like a cat whose
fur was being rubbed the wrong way.
Bending his head
towards me, he took me by surprise with a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“What are you doing?” Oh
god.
He leaned in again to
kiss the other side of my mouth, but I was frozen in place.
“Testing your
theory,” he said against my lips.
Nikky Kaye is almost
my real name. I’m a former Film professor who likes more than her movies to be
black and white. Sadly, the world doesn’t work that way. I have worked with
movie stars, Ivy League brainiacs, and the United Nations—all of which means
that I’m familiar with ass-kissing, power struggles, greed and faking it. In my
spare time I parent 5 year-old twin boys, serve on the board of an independent
cinema, and run a medical consulting company.
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