“Caleb is like my brother. He knows everything.”
“You still didn’t tell him about us.”
“I’m a selfish bastard as you know. I didn’t want to share you with anyone, and now I have to share you with the world. But I do have a question for you.”
“What’s that?”
“Your pen name. Are you going to continue writing under it?”
“I haven’t really given it much thought. Why?”
“Do you even have to ask?”
She smirked. “No, I just want to hear you say it.”
I leaned in, getting close to her mouth. “Since I’m not getting royalties for being the muse in all of your stories, I want my last name on your book covers. Understood?”
“You’re so bossy. What if I want to write under Sophie Hayes.”
“I’ll bribe your publisher to change it to Sophie Colton.”
“That’s very barbaric of you.”
“Well, we both know how much you’re into that shit.”
“Not all of my heroes are based on you.”
“Bullshit.”
She giggled. “How many books of mine do you have left to read?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I’m not going to lie, watching you holding my book in bed is quite a sight.”
“I’m fully aware. You suck my cock every time.”
She smacked my chest.
“I do have one demand.”
“I’m afraid to ask.”
Getting close to her ear, I whispered, “Daddy wants to fuck my mommy’s ass again.”
We locked eyes.
“That’s not how you make a baby.”
“I didn’t say I had to come in there, but I like where your head’s at.”
“Maybe if you win the Super Bowl.”
“Now I definitely have to win.”
“You’re literally undefeated this season. I have no doubt that you’ll win and bring the trophy home to Ben.”
“I did tell him we could put it in his room.”