My heart raced at the sight of more red on her cheeks. Ignoring me, Drea said, “Right. They just inject the…”
I chuckled. “Seriously, Drea? You were about to fuck a stranger on a dance floor an hour ago, but you can’t bring yourself to say cum?”
“You said we weren’t going to talk about it ever again!”
“It’s a necessary reference at the moment,” I countered.
Her nose crinkled angrily. “They inject semen straight into the uterus. Happy?”
Since I loved messing with her, I said, “But how do they get to the cum? Does the guy like to jerk off into a cup? Oh wait, is it a turkey baster?”
Drea threw up her hands. “You know what? You can just Google it!
“But I enjoyed your descriptions.”
“Leo, you’re testing my patience.”
Fuck. I loved it when she was riled up. After taking my phone out of my pocket, my fingers flew across the keyboard. It was a few moments into my reading before she brought herself to say anything.
“Please tell me you aren’t doing what I think you’re doing,” Drea huffed.
“They don’t use a turkey baster to get the cum inside. Instead, it’s a very thin catheter. And cum can be frozen. Not like just pop it in the freezer–it has to be cryogenically frozen. ”Holding my phone out to her, I said, “It has a convenient lid to keep all the cum inside.”
She pursed her lips at me. While her mouth stayed surprisingly closed, I knew she was cursing me in her head, and I fucking loved it. Inwardly, I knew Rafe would have my ass for saying cum a thousand times in front of his fiance. Of course, he would also have me annihilated for having my hands on his fiancée’s tits and ass.
In the silence, the growl of Drea’s stomach echoed between us, which caused me to chuckle. When she dared look at me, her cheeks had turned the color of an overripe tomato. “Hungry?” I asked.
Recovering from her embarrassment, she replied, “I pregamed for the club with alcohol, not a big meal.”
“Ah, I see.” Walking past her out of the foyer, I headed into the spacious kitchen. After throwing open the fridge door, I was pleasantly surprised to see how well-stocked it was.
As I started perusing the contents, Drea peeked over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Looking for ingredients.”
“Um, for what?”
After grabbing the package of salmon fillets, I threw a glance at her. “To cook.”
“Why?”
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?”
“Yes–”
“Me too. So I’ll cook us something.”
Her dark brows shot up. “You know how to cook?”
“Is that so shocking?”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she replied, “Yes, color me surprised a mafia prince knows how to boil water, least of all cook.”
With a wink, I replied, “You should know by now not to underestimate me.”
She laughed. “I’m learning.”
“Why don’t you get changed while I fire up the stove?”