Just for Fun by Erin Nicholas Read Free Book Online

magazine and flipped through a few pages of that one too.
    “You do?” She thought about that. Had she seemed inexperienced? She didn’t have one-night stands, but it certainly wasn’t her first time with a penis. “How?”
    “The same way I knew you weren’t a stripper.”
    He exchanged the magazine for yet another.
    “I never said I was a stripper.”
    “But you didn’t correct me.” He’d made some comment about how he was sorry he’d missed her show and she’d decided to go with it.
    “But you knew I wasn’t anyway?”
    “Definitely.” He sighed as he stuffed the magazine back into the rack with the others.
    “How?” She turned in her seat. She couldn’t pull off stripper?
    He looked at her. “Why do you care?”
    “Curiosity.” Her body wasn’t good enough to show off?
    “Okay.” He shifted closer. “You’ve absolutely got a body for it.”
    Well, that helped.
    “But you don’t have the same confidence,” he went on.
    She cocked an eyebrow. She was nothing if not confident.
    “Strippers know what they’ve got and how to use it. They want people to look at them.” He looked her over from head to toe, the ripples of awareness seemed to awaken every one of her skin cells. “You’re sure of yourself but you don’t need people to look at you or acknowledge it to know it.”
    That was…nice. And true. Which startled her. He knew things like that about her already? Again she was hit with the idea Doug wasn’t what he seemed. Which wasn’t good.
    Apparently satisfied he’d answered her questions, he reached under his seat and pulled out his bag. From the front pocket he retrieved a book.
    She couldn’t help it—she reached over and tipped the book to see the cover.
    The first thing she saw was the hot, half-naked man on the front. The second thing was the name of the author. “Doug?”
    “Yeah?” He opened to a page about a third of the way through.
    “That’s a Lori Foster book.”
    “Right.”
    “Do you know it’s a romance?”
    “The other four I’ve read were, so I assumed it was.”
    She put her hand over the page in front of him forcing him to look at her. “You read romance?”
    “Have you ever read a Lori Foster book?”
    “Well…no.”
    “So you’re not aware of the hot women and hot sex scenes? I mean, she uses the word clit. Why wouldn’t I read it?”
    If the word “sex” made it hard to breathe, the word “clit” from him made her very aware of that part of her body. “Oh?” she managed. “How did you know she uses that word before you read the first one?”
    “Sara told me.”
    Morgan looked away from skimming the first paragraph on the page he was reading. She saw nipples and tongue. There was a woman he was talking about clits with? “Who’s Sara?”
    “Sam and Jessica’s little sister—Mac’s wife.”
    “Who are Sam and Jessica and Mac?”
    “Some of my best friends in the world.”
    She watched his face. There was something…affectionate…in his tone. She liked that. “So Sara’s just a friend?”
    He nodded. “Almost like a little sister.”
    “How, then, did the subject of clits come up?”
    His expression turned serious—and hot. He leaned in close. “Say clits again.”
    She couldn’t take a deep breath suddenly. “Clits.”
    He slowly nodded. “I like a woman who can say words like that without blinking or blushing.”
    “You do?” She liked turning him on. She leaned closer to him too. “I can say other words too. Nipple. Cock. Fuck.”
    It worked. His pupils dilated and his gaze dropped to her mouth. “Yeah, I remember you can say fuck.”
    Then she did blush. She remembered asking him to fuck her in the elevator.
    Wow. She never did stuff like that. She’d been naïve and easy with Todd, but she’d been downright naughty and dirty with Doug.
    She thought she might prefer naughty and dirty.
    “Tell me why you and Sara talk like this with each other,” she said.
    He shook his head quickly. “No, we don’t talk