Page 11 of Just for the Plot

She nods slowly. “You have to test the person’s name on a moan, and if it sounds good, then you can move forward. And let me tell you, he did not pass the test.”

“What was his name?”

Her nose crinkles. “Ebenezer.”

“It was not fucking Ebenezer,” I say on a laugh and a shake of my head. “No fucking way was his name Ebenezer.”

“It was.” Her eyes widen in sincerity. “I swear. Ebenezer and his friends called him Nezer.”

“Jesus, that’s not great either.”

“Yeah, so tell me how I’m supposed to have this man’s dick deep between my legs with ‘give it to me hard, Ebenezer’ coming off my lips?”

I laugh and tug on the back of my neck, wondering if I pass the name test. Also, hate to admit it, but hearing Bower saydick deepmight have made me slightly hard.

“Yeah, that doesn’t pass the test.”

“Exactly.” She tosses her hands in the air. “I had to end it. Might be superficial, but anytime I tried to use his name in a sexual way, it just mademy nipples invert, and let me tell you something, Bennett”—she gestures to her perfect fucking tits—“these nipples are made to poke against the fabric of my shirt, not hide.”

Jesus…

“Can’t have inverted nipples,” I say, unsure of how to respond to that, especially since my eyes land on her tits for a moment, taking in too much of a fill than I probably should.

“Exactly, so Ebenezer had to go. How I even went on three dates is beyond me. Probably because I’m horny all the time.”

Okay, not information I needed to hear when I’m half-hard, but then again, it’s Bower. She’s never been shy about anything.

“I was reading this book the other day where the female main character came just from nipple play.” She grips my forearm. “Nipple play, Bennett. Have you ever come from just nipple play?”

No, but pretty sure I can come just from talking about it right now.

“Can’t say that I have.”

“Me, either, but I want to have that experience, and let me tell you, Ebenezer was not the guy to do it.” She tucks her hair behind her ear. “I love my books, more than anything, but do you think they’re setting my standards too high? Is it too much to ask to pass the name test and to make me come from nipple play?”

Christ, I’m so hard right now.

Because, no, I don’t think that’s too much to ask.

And if she’d give me a chance, I’d love to try.

“I don’t think that’s too much to ask.”

“Really? Because Gabby was saying I should stop reading my books, then I went and told her that was easy for her to say given the dick she has at home and how absolutely satisfied she is every time she mounts it.”

“Yeah, maybe we don’t talk about my sister and former coach’s sex life.”

“Oh, we’re all adults.” She waves her hand at me. “Anyway, I’m hoping this move is a new chapter for me, and I get to have you, Benny Boo Boo,as my wingman in a new town.” She takes my hand in hers. “Seriously, thanks for helping me out. I checked out the apartment and I love it. I filled out the application, and if I get it, I think I might just live here. It’ll be fun being so close to someone I know. Oh, and when you’re away, I can take care of your place for you.” She glances around. “Doesn’t seem like you have any plants or anything, but you know, I can check up on things for you either way.”

Hope springs in my chest because I can’t imagine a more perfect scenario.

Actually, I can. It would be Bower moving in here, with me.

“That would be awesome,” I say, trying not to sound too excited.

“It’s settled then. We’re neighbors. Now, don’t you have a game tonight you have to get to?”

“I do, but I wanted to make sure you were settled before I took off for the stadium.”