plead the fifth.” He grinned. “But if I’d known it was hiding under there, I’d have given you a demonstration of the magic it works when I had you bent over the sofa arm last night.”
She crinkled her nose in disgust. “Eww. Even though you know where it’s been?”
“I would have cleaned it first.”
That didn’t make her feel any better.
“Promise me that any toys you use on my body are new. There are some things I’m not willing to compromise on and that is one of them.”
He was grinning entirely too wolfishly for her peace of mind.
“Logan!”
“I promise to use dozens of brand new toys on your body—singly and in combination.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“I would never have touched you with someone else’s toy, Toni. I just love how cute you look when you get all freaked out.”
“Well, who wouldn’t freak out about something like that? It’s gross.”
“Would you still think it’s gross if I admitted that the ass tormented by that thing was mine?”
Had she been holding her pen, she would have dropped it. “You’re messing with me again.”
He lifted his eyebrows and shook his head. “I wouldn’t mess with you about something as important as explosive orgasms.”
Toni sat up straighter so she could take another look at the toy she’d tossed. “I could use toys on you too?”
“I’d prefer if we made it a requirement.”
She turned her head to catch his gaze, not sure if he was trying to throw her off guard again. He was so good at duping her that she was starting to suspect him of it at all times.
“It sounds like playing with toys should be an imperative part of my lessons,” she said.
“I agree.”
“Can we get back to my questions now?”
“Hey, you’re the one throwing magic wands around.”
“What’s your favorite food?”
He shook his head at her in disbelief. “Are these really the questions you want to ask?”
“The other band members answered them without belittling their importance.”
“Tacos.” He scratched his ear. “Fish tacos. Preferably clean shaven.”
Another innuendo?
“What would it take to convince you to shave your muff?” he asked.
She glanced down at her lap. “A huge diamond,” she teased.
“Done.”
She’d already been convinced to shave her muff; she didn’t need a diamond. “Are fish tacos really your favorite food?”
“Your fish taco is my favor—”
“Logan, is it really so hard for you to take my job seriously?”
“It is when you use words like hard.”
She glared at him, and he sighed.
“I don’t know what it is about you that keeps me in a constant state of arousal,” he said. “Maybe after I fuck you twenty or thirty times over the next couple of days, I’ll be able to remember what my favorite food is.”
Twenty or thirty times? Was he insane?
He snapped his fingers unexpectedly. “Macaroni and cheese.”
She’d had a hard enough time figuring out the fish taco reference—what could he possibly mean by macaroni and cheese? She was still puzzling over it when he tilted his head at her.
“You don’t like macaroni and cheese?”
“I’m pretty sure the macaroni must be referring to your cock, but what’s the cheese?”
Logan laughed so hard, she thought they might need to commandeer an ambulance. She hated that she was so naïve about all these sexual things. She was going to have to start studying the online Urban Dictionary like it was her Bible just so she could keep up with this guy.
“Macaroni and cheese really is my favorite food. It has nothing to do with my cock and whatever your cheese is.”
“Oh.”
He could have continued to tease her, but he touched her arm instead. “What’s your favorite food?”
“Strawberry shortcake.” She didn’t even need to think about it.
“I should have known it would be something sweet.”
Was he flattering her? Or was he being serious?
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” she asked.
“You’re putting that in your book?”
“Of course.”
“Fifteen.”
Her stomach dropped when she thought about him experiencing his first sexual encounter at the same age she’d been when her father died and she’d basically become a housewife to her mother and a mom to her sister.
“It wasn’t very good,” he added.
He patted her arm when she smiled him in relief.
“I’m lying,” he said. “It was the best thing that had ever happened to me at the time. For a teenage boy, every waking and sleeping moment is spent thinking about sex.” He rubbed his lips together and scowled at her. “Oh. That’s why this feels familiar.”
“Why what feels familiar?”
“Being with you. It’s like I’m a horny, lovesick teenager all over again.