" He grinned. “You think if we play nice, you won’t wind up with my cock inside you anymore.”
I shifted in my seat. “Must you be so vulgar?”
“What did I say?” He seemed genuinely confused.
I leaned forward and lowered my voice. “Cock. Do you have to say it like that?”
He grinned. “I’m sorry. Can you say that again? I didn’t hear you.”
I squinted. “You heard me. I know you did.”
He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Maybe. But I really liked hearing you say cock.”
A busboy walked by our table just as Weston spoke. The guy looked our way and smirked, but kept going.
“Keep your voice down.”
Needless to say, he didn’t. “Is it just my cock you don’t like talking about? Or is it all cocks in general? "

― Vi Keeland , The Rivals