Rating the Book Boyfriend (Book Boyfriend Builders)

20. Libby

CHAPTER 20

Libby

I love Silvia Romero. During our lunch of spaghetti, meatballs, and garlic bread, we get to know each other while Riggs watches, amused, occasionally piping up with a comment.

Halfway through the meal, his phone rings, and he excuses himself to answer it. When he returns to the table, a frown mars his perfect face.

“What’s wrong?” Silvia asks, and he forces a smile.

“I have a book event in New York next week, and my PA just called and said he broke his foot. It’s fine though. I can deal with everything myself.”

His sister’s lips twist to the side. “I would say I could go with you, but then who would keep the wonder dog?”

“Ace can stay at my house,” I offer.

Silvia is quiet for a few seconds and then she lifts an eyebrow at her brother. “Or I could watch the mutt, and you can take Libby with you to New York.”

I’m about to protest, but Riggs’s face lights up. He takes my hand, and his damn smile melts me. “Would you, Lib? I’ll cover all your expenses if you’ll be my assistant.”

Is this crazy? Going away with a man I started dating last night? Actually, we haven’t even been on a real date. We banged like bunnies all night. That’s it.

Despite that, I find myself saying, “Sure. I’d be happy to.”

“I’m coming to New York,” I announce into the phone as soon as my cousin, Gianna, answers.

“Oh my god, when?”

“Next weekend,” I tell her, my body vibrating with excitement. “You know that cover model I’ve sent you pictures of? Riggs Romero?”

“How could I forget that hottie?”

“We’re, uhhh, dating now.”

I have to pull the phone away from my ear to keep from being deafened by Gianna’s scream. “You have to tell me all about it when you get here.”

“Same. I want to hear every detail of what you’ve been up to. I still can’t believe you’re engaged to Auburn Bouvier. I bet your wardrobe is killer now.” Gianna’s fiancé is the head of the Bouvier fashion house in New York City, and he recently proposed to her.

“Girl, if I even glance at something in a magazine, it magically appears on our doorstep a few days later. Last month, I mentioned to him that I love the new lipstick I’d bought, and he had his designer whip up two dresses and a pantsuit in the exact shade.”

My heart is so full. My gorgeous cousin deserves all the pampering in the world. She’s a little younger than me, but she’s so damn strong and has the best heart.

“I’m happy for you Gia, and I can’t wait to see you. Riggs has a book event at the Javits Center on Saturday until four, but we’re free any other time.”

“Do you need a place to stay?”

“No, he booked us at the Four Seasons.”

“Oooh, there’s a great steakhouse there. It’s practically impossible to get in, but Auburn can get us reservations.”

“I’ll check with Riggs and let you know. I’m so excited to see you,” I tell her, feeling emotional. Gianna is my only family, and I haven’t seen her in over a year.

“Me too, babe.”

I rub my forehead and glare at my computer screen, like that’s going to scare it into spontaneously typing what I need it to.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Riggs asks from the window seat beside me. We’re in the first-class section of the plane on the way to New York.

“The words aren’t wording right now,” I tell him in frustration.

“Do you mind if I take a look?”

At my wit’s end, I nod and hand him my laptop. “Here’s the character analysis for them,” I say, showing him my detailed notes.

Riggs reads them thoroughly before switching back to the scene I was working on. “Ah, you didn’t warn me this was a spicy scene,” he says after perusing it twice.

“It’s not. They’re arguing,” I say.

His eyes meet mine. “Don’t you feel the tension you’re building here? I do, and there’s some serious steam going on. They need to fuck it out.”

I stare at the words I’ve already written and nod. “You’re right.” I take the laptop back and poise my fingers over the keys. “Who breaks first?”

The crooked smile Riggs gives me has my thighs clenching together. “He does. He’s had it with Sophia’s shit and tells her to put that smart mouth to good use on his cock.”

My eyes widen, and I bite my lip as I begin to type. “Yes, this is good. She’s a bit of a loose cannon, so I think she would try to slap him.”

“Oh, but Xavier would never put up with that. He’d grab her wrist and yank her to him.” My fingers fly over the keys, and Riggs leans over to watch what I’m writing as his mouth whispers near my ear. “He’s hard as stone, and she feels it against her hip.”

I write out some snarky dialogue from Sophia, and Riggs commentates for the filthy-mouthed Xavier. “I think he would grab the back of her hair, and when he sees how turned on she is, he gets rougher. Tells her she has two choices. He’s either going to fuck her mouth or her tight little ass.”

“Ooh, I like,” I tell him, rearranging the words in my head and allowing them to flow like a river through my keyboard. “She’s an anal virgin, so of course she’ll choose oral.”

“Are you an anal virgin, Libby?” Riggs rasps in my ear.

My fingers fumble and type Therrrr’s no why I let you in my ash, Xaxier. I fix my errors before shifting my eyes to the man beside me and letting my lips curl into a smirk. “No, but I’ve been told I’m as tight as one.”

He swallows hard, his blue eyes blazing with desire. “Christ, that made me so fucking hard,” he hisses, the muscles in his jaw quaking.

“Maybe I’ll let you try it for yourself if you’re a good boy,” I tell him sweetly before going back to the blow job scene that’s now appearing on the screen as I type. Riggs feeds me dirty dialogue in my ear, and fuck me , this scene is fire.

I’m done with the chapter way sooner than I expected and stow the laptop in my backpack. Leaning my head on Riggs’s shoulder, I kiss his jaw. “Thank you, Riggs. You got my creative juices flowing.”

“What about your other juices?” he asks quietly.

“Like a waterfall,” I admit. “And yours?”

“Why do you think I took off my jacket and laid it on my lap? My dick is attempting to escape from Alcatraz, and I’m pretty sure I have a wet spot on the front of my pants.”

My smile is coy and full of promises before I lean down, rummage through my backpack and pull something out, concealing it in my right hand. My left hand snakes beneath the black London Fog jacket draped over Riggs’s lap.

“What the hell are you doing?” he murmurs, excitement lighting his eyes as I find the tent in his dark-gray athletic pants.

“Paying my coauthor for services rendered,” I say in a low voice, reaching beneath the waistband of his pants and boxer briefs.

Riggs adjusts the jacket to make sure he’s covered as I wrap my hand around his cock. He’s hard and hot in my hand, and his eyes dart around the cabin. The couple across the aisle is asleep, and the flight attendants are nowhere to be seen.

“Libby, you can’t,” he whispers, but he lets out a low groan at the end of the sentence because I circle my thumb over the wet tip of his penis. He was right earlier; he’s positively dripping.

“Is that a challenge, handsome? Because I’m pretty sure I can.”

His lips twitch as I began a slow up-and-down motion with my hand. “Oh, I don’t doubt your ability, sweetheart. I meant that I can’t come in my fucking pants.”

“Shh, you’re interrupting my rhythm,” I say, stuffing the item in my other hand into his mouth. His eyes widen before he quickly pulls it out, staring down at the red satin panties I’d taken from my backpack.

“My mother always taught me to carry an extra set of clothes on a plane with me, though I’m pretty sure this isn’t the reason she had in mind,” I tell him, allowing my hand to stroke him faster.

“You want me to… come… on your panties?” he pants quietly. Oh, he’s close already, his big cock throbbing in my palm. Pre-ejaculate drips over his crown and lubricates the glide.

I lean over and place my lips against his ear. “Would that turn you on, big boy? Blowing a fat load into my silky panties?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as I really let him have it. “Lib, I’m…”

“You better get ready. I can tell this big cock is ready to explode.” His hand slips beneath the jacket, and I can feel the satin against my finger and thumb as he covers the head of his dick.

His free hand grips my thigh with white-knuckle force as his hips lift from the seat, fucking my hand.

“Be still, Romero, or I’ll stop. Let me handle this. All you have to do is come for me. I know you wish it was my hot mouth you were coming in,” I purr. “Don’t you?”

Riggs’s head presses back against the headrest, and he nods curtly. With his eyes closed, I know from his harsh exhale that he’s finally losing it.

His body trembles through his release, and I kiss the spot right in front of his ear. “Such a good boy,” I whisper, and he swivels his head to look at me.

I can read the satiation in his eyes as he warms me with a smile. “You, baby, are fucking diabolical.”

Smooshing a kiss against his full lips, I take the panties from him and readjust his pants over his softening cock. After checking the aisle behind me and finding it clear, I bring the garment to my mouth and drag my tongue over a particularly wet spot.

Riggs’s eyes drop to dreamy slits as he watches me. “I never knew I needed to watch you lick my cum from your panties until right now.”

I toss him a flirty wink and reach for my phone. “Ooh, that’s a good line. Can I use it in a book?”

As he laughs, I think, God, I’m turning into Gemma.