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I gasped. “No.”

“Yeah.”

“Your dick is pierced?”

He cocked his head. “Are you really surprised?”

“I don’t believe you.” I glanced from his lap back to his face, making him smirk.

He thumbed the waistband of his jeans. “You want to see, don’t you?”

I kind of did.

“I think you want to show me.” There was no one seated nearby. The waitress was leaving us alone. Adam could probably get away with showing me his jewelry. My heart thundered at the possibility of getting caught. “But someone else might see.”

His mouth twitched. “That’s the best part.” He undid the top button.

“Are you really doing this?” There was no way, right?Right?

“It’s just skin,” he murmured.

I chewed on my lip. “That’s true.”

“Last chance to tell me to go to hell.”

Oh yeah, he was doing this, and I wasn’t going to protest.

“Show me,” I whispered.

He turned his body all the way toward me, lowered the zipper halfway, and reached into his jeans. Fisting his cock, he revealed the head. A silver, curved barbell went through the hole and out the underside. I had to stop myself from reaching out to touch it.

“Believe me now, Baddie?”

“Mmmhmmm.” The head of his cock was dark pink. I wondered if it was bad for me to know the color of my friend’s dick. My fingers twitched in my lap, tempted to reach out and touch.

From behind Adam, our waitress reappeared, carrying our plates. She announced her presence, and Adam didn’t even flinch. He simply tugged his shirt a little lower.

His eyes were on me as she placed our food on the table. If I looked away from him, I’d freak out, so I watched him, how calm and unflustered he was.

“Is there anything else?” she chirped.

Adam raised his free hand, still not looking at her. “We’re good. Thanks so much.”

Her pale cheeks went pink and she scurried away. Adam’s grin stretched across his face.

“Why are you smiling right now? If she would have peeked over your shoulder, she would have seen everything.”

“She wouldn’t have. I made sure my shirt was in the way. I don’t involve anybody else without their consent.” He carefully tucked himself back in his jeans. “That was a fucking rush though, right? You’re all flushed now. You might have a little exhibitionist in you.”

I touched my hot cheek. “I don’t know. I feel like I’m jumping out of my skin right now.”

He pressed on the bulge in the front of his jeans. “Love that feeling.”

Heaviness settled at my core. I crossed my legs, but that only made it worse. My tongue darted out to wet my dry lips. “I really can’t believe you showed me your dick in the middle of a restaurant.”

“Is the location the part you can’t believe?” He spread his napkin on his lap, covering his very obvious erection.

“I don’t know.” I picked up my fork. Put it down. Picked it up again. “Maybe. Is it wrong that—?”


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