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  Contents

  Special Acknowledgment

  1. EZRA

  2. MAGGIE

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  I want to first of all dedicate this book to my mom, like I do all of my books. She is who always supported me in my writing, and I dedicate all of my words to her. I miss her each and every day!

  A special thanks to my husband and kids for allowing me to go into my writing cave and also for their love and support! Also, to my sister for listening to my ideas and never complaining! You’re the best! I love you all!

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  My editor, Susie Poole Anderson, with Poole Publishing.

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  Thank you all so much for polishing my words and providing me with honest feedback, which is exactly what I need!

  EZRA

  “Any bulge remaining is always there.”

  I tell myself not to check my watch, not to worry about the damn time while Vera is unbuttoning my slacks. But, fuck, I have a board meeting in less than ten minutes. If I know my assistant, she’ll be barging into my office in five to bring me a fresh cup of coffee and the agenda. She won’t appreciate walking in on Vera’s head bobbing up and down in my lap. And she won’t hesitate to tell me, or her, so.

  “Vera, baby,” I say, thrusting my fingers through her dark locks.

  She ignores me and wraps her perfect, red lips around my dick. I let out a groan, and my head hits the back of her throat. She bobs once, twice, and since I have the best fucking assistant on the planet, Zoe walks in right on time. Just like I knew she would.

  “Well, this is unexpected,” she says dryly, and I push Vera off my lap, my dick freeing from her lips with a resounding pop.

  She hits her head on my desk and winces, rubbing the top of her head. I shove my dick back into my pants and quickly zip them.

  “Honey, Mr. Beck has work to do. Get off your knees, fix your lipstick, and hit the road.”

  “Is she serious?”

  I give her an apologetic look, and she mumbles an insult as she rises to her feet. I didn’t become who I am today by blowing off board meetings to get my dick sucked. My company means everything to me, and I mean everything. I’m not going to let Vera Halston, or any other female, get in the way of my success.

  “I’ll call you,” I say as she reaches the door.

  “He won’t. You’ve served your purpose,” Zoe says matter-of-factly and closes it behind her. “Now, here is your coffee and the agenda for the meeting. We have Yun Ling from China joining us via Zoom to finalize the deal.”

  “Perfect,” I say and take the file from her. “Next time, don’t be so rude.”

  “Oh? Were you going to call her?”

  “Possibly. We have gone out a few times already.”

  “Like you called Selena, Anne, and Izzy? Should I keep going down the list? Or is this one a keeper?”

  “Tell me again why I haven’t fired you yet?”

  “Because I’m a kickass assistant,” she replies. “And I’m your best friend. Thank God my brother was your roommate at that horrendous boarding school. I normalize you. Well, as normal as you can possibly get, which isn’t saying much.”

  “And you say this because you think you’re normal?”

  “I am absolutely normal. Now, it’s time for your meeting. Can you walk in there without a bulge in your pants?”

  Zoe Miller. My assistant. My best friend.

  I attended an all-boys boarding school in England. Her twin brother, Zavier, was my roommate, and we became close as well. He’s the attorney on retainer for my company.

  I met Zoe my final year, and we’ve been best friends since. We went to college together even though she spent the majority of her time partying while I was studying, and the moment I started my company, I offered her a job. I haven’t regretted that for a moment. Well, maybe five minutes ago.

  “Any bulge remaining is always there.”

  “Gross. And you wonder why you have to settle for BJs in your office instead of a real relationship.”

  I stand up and start toward the door. “I don’t have time for a relationship.”

  “You know, I’ve heard that since you were seventeen,” she says. “Come to think of it, I don’t recall a time you were ever in a relationship, Ezra. These little one-night stands and less than five-minute office bangs do not count.”

  We walk down the hall to the elevator, and she steps in beside me. “I do not have one-night stands or office bangs. I cherish my dick. I don’t plan on catching something Ajax can’t take off.”

  “Oh, please,” she says with a laugh. “That is BS, and you know it. You have more random hook-ups than Zavier. I’m surprised there aren’t dozens of little Ezras running around.”

  “I can assure you that there are no ‘little Ezras’ running around.”

  “You can’t assure me of that. Condoms are not one hundred percent and I doubt you know if those skanks you’re screwing are on birth control or not. It doesn’t matter if t
hey’re models. They’re nasty. I would put money on it that you have a kid out there, and when that child is eighteen, they’ll come knocking on your door for back child support.”

  The elevator opens, and we step out, which is great because I can feel my face heating from the conversation.

  “No kids. I am one hundred percent certain, Zoe.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  Damn it. I wish she would drop this. We make sexual innuendos all the time. Jokes. That’s all they are. This conversation has become serious all of a sudden, and it’s not a conversation I want to have with Zoe.

  “Because I’m careful.”

  “You’re careful, sure. But no one can one hundred percent without a doubt guarantee it unless they’re abstinent.”

  “Look, I can guarantee it, okay? Just drop it.”

  “But how?”

  “Because.”

  Wait for it. “Because how?”

  Knowing she won’t give up because she’s fucking Zoe, and she doesn’t know how or when to end a conversation, I go ahead and give her the answer she’s looking for.

  “Because I would have to have sex with those women in order for there to be ‘little Ezras’ running around, and I didn’t. I’m abstinent, like you said.”

  Her eyes go wide, and she grabs my arm, stopping me in my tracks just before we make it to the conference room.

  “None of them? Not ever?”

  I sigh, not believing I’m having this conversation with her. My sex life, or lack of it, is not something I discuss with anyone.

  “Not ever.”

  MAGGIE

  “She’ll probably even be the first in line to deflower him.”

  I giggle at the discussion cards my supervisor handed me five minutes ago as I walk down the hall with Colter. He peeks over my shoulder, reading one of the cards, and shakes his head. He’s pretty much seen it all on the show. He’s my tech guy. I know he has an official title, far fancier than ‘tech guy,’ but he refers to himself as the ‘tech guy,’ so it works for me too.

  “She wants you to talk about teapotting and a budgie tongue? I thought I’d heard it all, but what the fuck is that?”

  I laugh. “Guess you’ll find out along with whoever else is viewing today. I just found out myself when she decided they needed to be added to today’s episode.”

  I’m a vlogger for a pretty popular gossip magazine in New York City, but I have to admit, when I got the job at Glitz, I had no idea I was going on camera to talk about sex. I thought I was going to be writing articles, seeing as how I majored in journalism. Guess we can’t always get what we want.

  This job pays the bills. And paying the bills and putting food in my stomach is what’s more important. This girl likes to eat.

  So, I spruce up my makeup and get in front of the camera to talk about teapotting, which if you haven’t heard of, don’t Google it. You don’t want to know. Trust me. It’s a job requirement for me to know. I’m sparing you. I swear it.

  As far as a Budgie tongue — I doubt I’ll start calling my vagina that, but to each their own.

  When I finish up with today’s episode, Colter walks me to my vehicle, like he always does, and I head home to my one-bedroom apartment and leftover Chinese takeout. Hey, I didn’t say my food was anything fancy.

  Once I get home, I toss my keys onto the table and slip my shoes off. My apartment is small, even by the famously tiny standards of NYC apartments, but it works for me. It has an open layout, with my bathroom essentially being the only closed-door room. My closet doesn’t have doors or even enough space for all of my clothes, so they’re strewn over my tiny dresser and tossed over the foot of my bed.

  My kitchen table is also my desk and when I eat, it’s usually from my bed, which also serves as my sofa.

  I don’t have a television, because I can stream from my laptop. But I do have a coffee machine because while my job pays the bills, I don’t want to go broke buying gourmet coffee. I’ve seen way too many people succumb to the addiction of gourmet coffee. I can’t allow myself to be one of them.

  I heat up my leftover Chinese takeout and carry it along with my laptop over to my bed. Once I’m settled, I open Skype and connect with my closest friend, Zoe. We pretty much have a Tuesday night ritual. Dinner together via Skype. She greets me by holding up a slice of pizza and a glass of wine.

  “Ooh! I forgot my wine! One sec.”

  I hop up and run over to the fridge, grabbing one of my mini bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon. I hurry back and show my bottle, doing a faux toast to the screen.

  “Okay, give me the scoop. What did your idiot boss have you talking about today?”

  I laugh at Zoe because she is the type of friend who will always shoot it to you straight. She basically has no filter and just puts it all out there. I may talk about the oddest sex topics and give sexual relationship advice to millions of subscribers online, but in my personal life, I’m actually pretty shy.

  “Get this, teapotting and budgie tongue.”

  “Because every man wants to dip his balls in a teapot and then play with your budgie tongue. Be grateful she didn’t make you talk about rainbow kissing. Disgusting. Don’t Google it. Trust me.”

  I giggle because she gets how ridiculous our topics are and how ridiculous it is that I actually have to talk about them with a straight face. I also giggle because she knew what both of those things were without having to Google it. That’s Zoe.

  And, of course, I will absolutely be looking up what a rainbow kiss is.

  “Well, I have a story for you, and I can promise you that your subscribers are going to go fucking apeshit.”

  “Anything has to be better than today’s feature. I think Mrs. Donald is running out of topics and is just going down the list from the Urban Dictionary.”

  “What about the sex vacation thing?”

  “We’re getting ready to run it. I just wish she would go in another direction. You know, back to the stories I did when I first started working there. I think she’s losing her audience.”

  “You mean like when you squirted the lube in your eye?”

  “Meh, my first week then.” It’s been a while since I’ve done what I would call a

  normal show.

  “Would she go for one of L.A.’s most eligible bachelors still being a virgin?”

  “Hmm, we’re in New York, but I don’t see why not. Every major city has a list of eligible bachelors. I think it’ll depend on the guy and the story.”

  “The guy is incredible. I’m honestly shocked to find out he hasn’t screwed half of Cali.”

  “How do you know he hasn’t?”

  “He’s my boss.”

  “You mean Ezra? As in your West Coast bestie?”

  I grew up in California, actually with Zoe, but moved to NYC for college. We often joke that Ezra is her West Coast bestie, and I became her East Coast bestie when I moved. They went to college together, and he started his own company. The only thing I know about him is that he is uber-rich, having built a super successful business from the ground up, and he hired Zoe as his assistant. I’ve never actually met him, despite the fact that we share a best friend.

  “The one and only. Turns out, he’s never gotten laid. We had this really awkward conversation this morning, and he blamed it on going to boarding school and then being busy in college preparing to open his own business. He blames work and constantly having something better to do. As if there’s much more in this life better than sex. Well, if it’s amazing sex. Anyway, he said there have been a lot of opportunities, but something always happens, and well, it doesn’t happen.”

  “I don’t think it’s that uncommon for a grown man to be a virgin. Especially if he’s as busy as I’ve heard you say he is.”

  “Maggie, Ezra is thirty years old. He’s drop-dead fucking gorgeous, and he’s had opportunities. Trust me on that.”

  “Maybe he hasn’t met the right woman.”

  “He’s met plenty of women, and t
hey practically throw themselves at him. If he wasn’t my best friend and I wasn’t happily engaged, I would bang his brains out. Not to mention he owns a Fortune 500 company and has a shit ton of money. I have to help this man. This is a travesty!”

  “Let me get this straight. You want me to go on my vlog and tell pretty much the whole world that he’s a virgin, if that’s even the truth.”

  “Basically.”

  “But what if it’s not true? I’ve heard your stories about him. He sounds more like a player than an innocent virgin.”

  “I thought the same thing, but trust me, I could tell he wasn’t lying.”

  “Okay, fine. So, I just announce it and see how many people jump at the chance to, I don’t know, pop his cherry?”

  “I don’t know if that saying applies to men, but yeah.”

  “And he approved this?”

  “Of course he did. He doesn’t want to remain a virgin into his thirties. They made a movie about that, didn’t they?”

  “I think the guy was forty.”

  “Close enough,” she says nonchalantly. “Are you going to help Ezra or what?”

  “As long as he’s good with it, sure. I need his permission to run the story. My guess is that Mrs. Donald will love it. She’ll probably even be first in line to deflower him.”