" I don’t care if you can make hummus, babe.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and my fingers cling to his shoulders because it feels so good I might fall if I don’t hold on. “You do everything else well. Especially that magic trick you’ve been working on.” I pull back, looking at him suspiciously. Because it’s Rhyson and there’s always a catch. “What magic trick?” “You know.” He grins and bends to whisper in my ear. “That one where you make my dick disappear in your mouth.” “Rhyson!” I drop my forehead to his chest, face on fire. “I’ll never get tired of making you blush. "
― Kennedy Ryan , My Soul to Keep (Soul, #1)