Page 14 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
Henry leaned against the couch armrest, as he sat and placed his one leg behind me so I had to lean against his chest.
“Come here. I’ll hold the tablet in front of us while we watch.”
Always loving a good Henry snuggle, I leaned against his chest and propped my knees up so he could rest the tablet on them while he held it steady. He leaned into my ear and spoke softly.
“Student-teacher or businessman-secretary porn?”
“Secretary,” I said quickly. “Don’t know about the student-teacher thing.”
“Don’t knock it, it’s hot. You’ll open up more, trust me. Once you get your fingers wet . . . Oh wait, you already did that today.” He laughed.
“Henry.” I elbowed him in the stomach, causing him to buckle over dramatically. “Can we please drop it?”
“Your vagina sure did.”
“I hate you.”
His chest rose and fell as I felt him laugh against my back.
“I’m sorry. I just wish I was there while you were jumping up and down trying to extract the lodged bullet.”
“Did you ever consider I was severely terrified that I would have it stuck up me forever?”
“Were you?” he asked, his voice softening a little.
“More embarrassed than anything.”
“You live and you learn, love. Now, let’s get down to business.” He opened up an app and started searching for a video for us to watch.
“There’s an app for your porn?”
“Yeah, makes it so much easier to watch.”
Of course it was easier, I thought to myself, as I watched Henry look for the video he wanted. Any porn website would want to make it easier for people to watch. It was actually kind of genius, to have an app for porn, and the tricky designers didn’t make the icon for the app seem like it was porn. It was just a movie reel, clever.
“Oh, the girl is hot in this one.”
“What about the guy?” I asked, finally feeling a little comfortable, thanks to Henry’s warm embrace. I wouldn’t want to be watching porn with anyone else. Henry made it easy.
“He has a good-sized dick for you to learn from.”
“Oh, lovely.”
“Now lean back and relax. We’re going to have a little lesson in the art of fucking.”
The screen went black and music started to play. The camera zoomed in on a skyline of New York, making it almost seem like the actual flick was classy, that was until the CEO, the main character, popped on screen with a naked lady on his desk.
“Oh, they just get right into it, don’t they?”
Chuckling, Henry said closely to my ear, “Were you expecting a little romance before?”
“Well, it would have been nice.”
“I can romance you later, love.” He spoke ever so softly as his lips caressed my ear. The intimate gesture excited me and yet, threw me off at the same time. The way he saidlove—it sounded so genuine—made my toes tingle.
Ever since freshman year in college, I’d always harbored a little crush on Henry. I mean, how could I not? He was the most handsome man I’d ever met and my infatuation soon became a crush, whichthankfullyturned into a real friendship. His nickname for me was love, because he knew that’s what I believed in. Everything about me revolved around love. I was a romantic at heart and loved love, simple as that.
But the intimate setting we were enveloped in had me second-guessing the way he said my name, which was crazy because out of all the women Henry would consider dating, I’d be the last on his list. I by no means thought I was ugly, because I knew genetically I wasn’t, but I had slight curves and a retro style that was moreI love Lucyrather than skanky-club sex kitten, the typical girl Henry went for.
