Caution: Dirty Talk

By Laelia West

An unusual poker game with his roommate has left Malik questioning his sexuality. Sensing his dilemma, Portia decides to introduce a little more to their sex life—a new toy, for starters. But her dirty talk takes it beyond that and Malik begins to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he’s not as straight as he thought he was...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight
• Release date: Nov 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9780369507167

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Copyright© 2022 Laelia West

ISBN: 978-0-3695-0716-7

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Jessica Ruth

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WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To anyone who ever has or ever will question their sexuality. The road is never easy at any age, but it’s a worthy one to travel all the same.

CAUTION: DIRTY TALK

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Laelia West

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Malik Seif had been raised to see himself as better. More than. Superior for his intellect, his inherent maleness, his birthrights—which, at the time, were as meager as a handful of car dealerships and now amounted to little more than debt—and his pride. It had taken a friend in high school to literally punch the worst of his arrogance out of him, particularly when Derick had admitted, quietly and in private after their scuffle, that he was gay, and then asked with more pride than Malik had ever possessed if that made him less than now. In college, it had taken three years of unraveling more of his upbringing. Women unafraid to point out what he now knew was misogyny, men who rolled their eyes and introduced the concept of entitled cishet into his vocabulary.

Ultimately, the point was that no matter how many times he visited Portia’s apartment, that old sense of resentment threatened him. His father’s words crept along his conscience, slithered into the forefront of his thoughts until, inevitably, even if it took four and a half weeks into his pseudo-relationship, he said something stupid.

This time it was