Mouthful of Sin (Forbidden Fantasies #61) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
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I shake my head slowly.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have any gay donors. As a licensed sperm bank, we comply with FDA regulations regarding tissue donations, so tissue donors are ineligible if they are male and have had sex with another man in the previous five years. It rules out so many men that we don’t bank gay donors as a result.”

Caleb looks thoughtful.

“Wow. Who would have guessed?”

I nod in agreement.

“It’s just one of those things that likely hasn’t caught up with the times, but yes. Every sperm bank has to comply with that particular rule, so no gay porn channels unfortunately.”

Caleb nods.

“I guess that’s fair. How did we get on that subject anyways?”

I smile sweetly while batting my lashes just a tiny bit.

“Why, I believe you asked, Mr. Select.”

He chuckles, the rumble filling the small room.

“I guess I did, didn’t I?”

With that, I take my leave with one more brilliant smile.

“Here’s your specimen cup, Mr. Select. You’ll use it to collect the sample and after you’re finished, just leave it on the counter here. Our tech will come by to collect it.”

He looks at me.

“Would that be you?”

I smile sweetly.

“Most likely, yes.”

He nods

“Well, how will I let you know when I’m done?”

I point to a call button that’s just inside the doorframe. “I’m one step ahead of you. Just hit this button, and it’ll alert the techs that you’re ready.”

He nods.

“Okay got it. You’re Addy, right?” he asks, those blue eyes reading my name tag. I blush a little before nodding.

“Yes. Please call if you need anything.”

Then with one last flutter of my fingers, I leave the room and shut the door quietly behind me. The TV buzzes on, although I can’t make out what he’s watching, and on weak knees, I make my way back to the front office. OMG, that was a lot of flirtatious banter! Usually, I’m very professional. It’s X goes here, Y goes here, wham, bam, thank you ma’am. But I have no idea what came over me today. I guess it was just our donor’s good looks, charming smile, and the fact that it was about a million degrees in that tiny collection room.

Fortunately, Freya’s back from her break and she sits down at reception with a lustful sigh.

“Wow, that guy was hot. Your type more than mine since I don’t go for beefcake really, but still arguably one of the hottest men who’s ever come through this place.”

“Freya!”

She shrugs.

“I’m just saying! I’m not a beefcake eater. You like steak, and I like fried chicken, that’s all.”

I fix her with a look.

“Really, fried chicken? Not sirloin or a hearty leg of lamb?”

She pretends to think.

“Well, now that you mention it, I could do with some mutton chop.”

At that, we both burst out giggling because our conversation is so ridiculous! I can’t believe we’re referring to guys as cuts of meat, although it is kind of apt, come to think of it.

“OMG, we shouldn’t talk like this,” I wheeze, dabbing at my eyes with a tissue. Freya merely blows air through her teeth.

“Oh, come on girlfriend. Don’t act like you didn’t want a piece of him when you were in there. Were you staring at his package? Do you think it’s big? Plus, he’s still not done yet, so maybe your man is having some trouble,” she hints in a lascivious tone.

I roll my eyes.

“It’s been less than ten minutes since I left Mr. Select in there, and you know they usually take a few minutes to warm up. Not everyone can walk into a strange room and jerk off. We’re not fielding porn stars here.”

Freya merely licks her lips like a cat that got into the cream.

“Well, he’s hot enough to be a porn star, that’s for sure. I wonder if he’s packing? I would think so, given the size of his feet.”

“Freya!” I hiss scandalized, looking around. Then I lower my voice. “You know that’s just a myth.”

Freya tosses her curls over one shoulder carelessly.

“They want you to think it’s a myth, but girlfriend, in my experience, it’s not a myth at all. The bigger the feet, the bigger the you-know-what, and I swear Caleb Select was at least a size 13.”

I groan.

“You should be fired, girlfriend. I can’t believe you’re talking like this because we’re sitting at reception right now! People could hear!”

My sassy buddy merely winks.

“Well, they haven’t fired me yet and I’ve been here two years already. I think management simply realizes that it’d be more work to replace me than to just let me do what I want. Besides, not only am I harmless, but I bring cheer to this place. You know, a positive attitude and all that,” she adds in a smug tone.

We both dissolve into giggles again because if anything, we’re always slacking off and doing only the bare minimum to stay employed. But as Freya turns away to fiddle with something on the computer, I get to thinking. Is it true? Caleb Select did have big feet, so does he have a big appendage as well? I’d love to know, but unfortunately, I may never get the chance.



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