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“If you get bored, or if I’m too loud, just… throw something at my head.”
“Okay.” I won’t.
“And really…” Carson hits some buttons on his computer. “I can quit at any point. Just let me know and I’ll stop playing.”
Dropping onto the couch, ready to curl up with a good book, I hope he plays all night long. “I’m about to get acquainted with a hot billionaire werewolf who owns a sex club. Stop trying to interrupt this magical meet cute.”
All three of Carson’s computer screens light up and sound blasts through the speakers, making my heart leap out of my chest.
“Shit, sorry!” He rushes to turn down the volume. “I like a fully submerged experience.” He chuckles as if embarrassed. “I’ll wear my headphones so I don’t disturb you and your billionaire werewolf alpha Dom.”
“No, no, no. I want to hear your game, too.”
He frowns. “Won’t that distract you from reading?”
“Nope. I like noise when I read.” No clue why. “I usually blast music at home when I’m enjoying my smut.”
Carson cranks the volume up only a little, but with the surround sound, it’s enough to rumble my chest.
“Heyyyyy!” A woman yells. “Dickhead’s back!”
Carson grabs a small mic on his desk. “I knew you’d miss me, Ara.”
Someone else gets on the line and his voice is mega deep. “Damn, it’s been a while. Trey said you weren’t playing tonight. Glad you changed your mind.”
“Yeah, sorry. I was distracted.” Carson swirls his chair and winks at me. “I’m ready to hand Trey his balls. He won’t have to beg me again.”
“I’ve never begged a day in my life.”
“Well, that’s a damn lie.” Ara says. “You beg Erin for—eeeep! Glitch!”
“Do not finish that sentence, Kitty.”
I drop my book to cover my mouth because I’m laughing so hard. His friends sound fun.
“Please leave all honorifics at the door. I don’t want my innocent ears to bleed.” Carson flicks his fingers across some keys and the screens change. “And by the way, I have company. Mak, say hi.”
“Hi!” I sound ridiculously chipper, even to my own ears.
Silence echoes in the room. Then suddenly Trey says, “Mak? Clap once if you’re being held hostage.”
“I’m gonna clap you in a motherfucking minute,” Carson growls. “Knock it off, asshole. She’s trying to read smut and you’re ruining her vibe.”
“Ohhh. What book is it?” Ara asks.
Carson rattles off the title before I even look at it.
“I haven’t read that one yet,” Ara pouts.
“It’s good. He’s got two dicks, I think.” Trey’s voice is muffled for a minute. “Shit, I thought Beetle was within earshot. He’s not. Christ, that was close. Anyways, that’s a good one. The cover was the fastest I’ve ever made to date, too. The author is easy to please.”
“Yeah,” Carson laughs. “Chloe went out with the model the night I took those cover shots. He did not, in fact, have two dicks. According to her, he barely even had one.”
“Bummer.” Ara laughs. “We can’t all have a unicorn demon.”
“I’m not even going to ask what that means,” Carson says.
“Speaking of covers…” Trey speaks louder. “I let my client know you were on it. She’s thrilled and wanted me to reiterate she’s really into Florence and the Machine vibes. What the fuck is that anyway?”