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Not that I’ve ever thought of my dick as a problem before, but there’s a first time for everything. And right now, I highly doubt Eden would be all that grateful for my issue poking a hole through my sweatpants and saluting her.

She rolls onto her side and props her head in her hand. “I’m sure you’re quite used to having women in your bed.”

Jesus Christ. She’s eye-level with my crotch now, and that is not helping matters. Discreetly as I can manage, I edge my hand down to adjust myself.

Her gaze zeroes in on the movement. “Are you serious?”

“What?” I look down at the incredibly obvious bulge in my pants and scratch the back of my head. “That’s what it looks like normally. I can’t help that I’m well-endowed.”

She collapses onto her back with a sigh. “It might have been a long time since I last saw one, Alex, but I know what a dick looks like when it’s hard.”

How long is a long time? With the way she blushes every time I make even the slightest sexually charged remark, I’d wager a guess that it’s been months, at least. Was it her asshole ex-husband’s dick she saw last? If so, then it’s been years. And I can’t imagine a man as uptight and insufferable as Sebastian ever put in the effort to make it enjoyable for her anyway. Which means she might have gone all her life having never had good sex.

Is it too personal to ask?

And how can I make her say “dick” again?

“Men get spontaneous boners all the time.” I stop looking at her and think of Coach Carter’s hairy ass to make it go away. “As it happens, I need to pee. And that can stimulate nerve endings and shit. So, it’s very innocent and not at all perverted. It’s just a case of unfortunate timing.”

I can’t see her, since I’m staring at the wall, but I can tell she’s rolling her eyes.

“If I wasn’t so comfortable right now, I’d throw something at it to make it go away.”

“He is extremely grateful that you’ve decided against it.”

“Of course you call it a he.”

“Would you prefer if I called it a she?”

“I’d prefer that we stop talking about it altogether."

“Very well.” I nod earnestly. “I’m gonna go pee, then, because evidently, I’m rather desperate. And I need to take a shower. I’m still sweaty from practice.”

“Is that what that smell is?”

“Always a pleasure, Eden.” I tip her a two-fingered salute then grab a towel and some clothes from my closet on the way to the attached bathroom.

My dick is in my hand before the latch has even clicked shut behind me.

TEXT THREAD BETWEEN ALEX AND OLIVER CAMERON, ESQ.

Alex: I need your help preventing a story from running in the press.

Oliver: What have you done now?

Alex: Not me. Paparazzi were tipped off about my girlfriend’s home address, and they have images of her ten-year-old son.

Oliver: Drafting a legal notice now.

Alex: I’ll pay whatever it takes to make sure those photos never get printed.

Oliver: I’ll get it sorted. Don’t worry.

Alex: I have another favor.

Alex: Can you put me in touch with a family law attorney?

Oliver. What do you need one of those for?