The Randy Romance Novelist(43)

I smiled, knowing what was hiding under my pants—weird way to phrase that, but it’s okay.

“I have a surprise for you.” I couldn’t help but contain the giddiness trying to break through me.

Getting my area vajazzled was actually relaxing, after I gave into Marta’s demands. Once she showed me my jewels, I had to hand it to her, she was good at her job.

Talk about a rough career, though, stripping vaginas of all different breeds bare, then putting diamonds on them to help them sparkle. Pretty sure I would stick with writing.

“Oh, yeah,” Henry asked. “What kind of surprise?”

I gripped his hips and stuck my fingers under his waistband. “I saw Marta again.”

“Really?” he said in a sly tone, but then stopped himself. “Wait, Marta as in the creator of the great and powerful *? What did you do, Rosie? I know we were joking about being able to get a mold made of your anus, but please don’t tell me you did that because I don’t want that charm on my desk to look at. I love you, but not that much.”

“Hey,” I tapped his stomach. “If I give you an anus charm, you will cherish it, but that’s not what I want to show you. Come with me.”

I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. He looked over his shoulder and called out, “What about the Indian food? I was hoping to get my curry on once you got home.”

“It will still be there; now stop being difficult.”

Once we were in the bedroom, I made Henry sit on the bed. “Now don’t make fun of the weight I’ve gained when I take off my shirt.”

Within an instant, Henry grew irritated. “What did I tell you about that? I’m seriously going to get pissed if you start talking about weight. You’re perfect, Rosie.”

I hated to admit it, but I couldn’t help but love how amazing those words made me feel. I knew when I gained weight, every girl did; they could feel it on their bones, but to have a boyfriend who would sit there and stare at your body like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen was a dream come true. I still vowed to hit up the gym; I needed to be able to fit into my bachelorette party dress . . . so weird.

“You’re sweet.” I kissed his lips and then pulled off my shirt. Henry’s eyes immediately fell to my breasts that were contained in a white bra with some underwire, nothing frilly or special, just plain old underwear, but in Henry’s eyes, it was the gate to a magical play area for him. With his eyes still on my breasts, I took off my yoga pants and then lowered my underpants just enough for him to see my vajazzle.

His eyes were still on my breasts, so I had to get him to pay attention to what I was revealing to him. “Hey, down here.” I snapped my finger and pointed to my crotch.

Satisfaction ran through me as Henry’s eyes skimmed my body down to my vajazzle. His head cocked to the side, studying the foreign bling on my body. He pointed at it and said, “What’s that?”

“It’s a vajazzle. I bedazzled my vagina area for you. Do you like it?” Hope of turning him on coursed through me as I waited for his response.

“It’s . . . sexy.” He looked up at me with a huge grin, and all I wanted to do was clap my hands and jump up and down like a schoolgirl, but I refrained.

“I got two hearts. One is mine and the other is yours. See how they are connected?”

“Is my heart the one closest to your *?”

“Henry,” I scoffed. “Honestly, does it matter?”

“It does in my head. I claim this one as mine.” He outlined the heart with his finger, but I quickly pulled away.

“We have to be careful. I think they’re still drying.”

“They seem dry to me.” He gave me a mischievous smile.

I didn’t get a chance to answer him before he pulled me down on the bed and stripped me bare of all undergarments. He quickly worked his shirt off and I marveled at the way his muscles flexed under the dim light of the bedroom. I was so hitting the gym, no doubt about it. Henry was incredibly sexy and fit; it wasn’t fair to him if I didn’t keep up my end of the relationship, gained some love chub, and let myself go.

“How do you feel?” Henry asked, lowering his body over mine. “Are you sore?”

“I’m good. Do your best work, Mr. Anderson.”

Henry quirked an eyebrow at me. “Mr. Anderson, I like that.”

“Don’t get used to it,” I laughed. “I’m not about to call you that every time we’re in bed together.”

“I have time to change your mind.” He grabbed his cock in one hand and leaned over me with the other. “Tell me, Rosie, how wet are you?”

My face turned red immediately. I wanted to bite my nail and avoid the question I always found awkward to answer. I wasn’t good at dirty talk. What was a girl supposed to say to that?

It’s a gusher down there!

Look out, tidal wave of love juice coming your way.

Warning: waterfall of vagina secretion flooding the panty perimeters.

No, I didn’t think I ever would be good at dirty talk; it wasn’t in my bones. But that didn’t mean I would stop trying.

“Wet,” I squeaked out, trying to hold back the giggle that wanted to pop out.

“Let me see.” With one swipe, Henry rubbed the head of his penis along my slit, spreading my arousal along his length.