Won't You Put That P On Me Novels & Stories

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You don't have to pretend you don't know. 'I will later… Now. We gotta go! '

Peccati will understand and allow me that much freedom. Please leave a comment!

“Will you be able to handle yourself on your own ?” “Yes. Now what are the results ?” “Positive” * Swoons * “Hmm ?! What the hell ! Get upppp !!”

“What do you think of if you think of me?” “Peaches,” I answer quickly. She grins. “Then we’ll say peaches.” “Peaches?” “Yes, peaches.” She sounds so cheerful all of a sudden. It fills the room. “So we say, I peach you.” It’s ridiculous. It’s perfect. “So,” she asks, watching me like a hawk, “do you peach me, Enrique Lucio Blackburn?” She asks wistfully, but I can hear the tension behind those words. This is make or break.

“—I’ll say this again, and then I won’t ever repeat myself again. I’m a man of my word. You impress my guests with your baking tonight, and I’m yours for a day so you can fail at attempting to impress me with this town.” Neither one of us speaks. We’re too busy staring daggers into each other’s eyes. The air is lit with angry, sizzling electricity around us. If I leaned in any closer, each one of her exhales would push her chest against me. “Shake on it, then,” Pippa manages to get out. Her voice has lowered an octave, sounding too sultry for my liking. It sounded far too good coming out of her mouth. I imagine how she’d sound if I…

Cocky bastard. “Just know that if we're gonna do this… it will be on my terms.”

I ask, groaning into my hand . "Yup we are going to get you drunk and hopefully laid " "Oh no "

“I just want you to ask for it properly. Say the ‘P’ word.” My mind raced, trying to figure out what he meant. The 'P' word...what could it be? And then it hit me, a sudden, mortifying realization. My eyes widened for a brief moment before I quickly composed myself, a tight smile on my face. “Please,” I said, the word feeling foreign on my lips. “Can I have your phone number?” He shook his head, a look of disappointment on his face. “That’s not it,” he said, his voice laced with a teasing undertone. He knew I was missing the point, and he was loving every second of it.

“Will I what?” “Pee on it. Pretend we're just about to find out.” “Um...” “Please?” •