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“More like screaming O’s, plural.”
“That’s my girl!” She hugs me in excitement. “We need to celebrate.”
I slant her a glance that suggests she get serious. “Because I had sex?”
“Because your dry spell is broken! How did it feel? I want every juicy detail.”
As her friend, I want to share. But as a woman, especially a shy one, I want to keep the details all mine because they’re so special.
I expected sex between Jonathan and me to seem like just sex. Good sex. But I didn’t anticipate it to be so personal. I didn’t think I’d feel so connected to him. Not only was I more than willing to give myself to him, it was as if we were each other’s lifeline. I tried not to have any preconceived notions or expect anything more than he was willing to give. And I tried so hard not to let my emotions get involved. But between all his kisses, caresses, seemingly possessive glances, and yes, the spine-melting orgasms, my walls slowly dissolved, leaving me wide-open and vulnerable.
That man left no part of me untouched. He took his time, heaping the kind of pleasure on me I’d never felt from a man. That didn’t shock me. After all, I’d come to him, at least in part, because of my severe orgasm deficit. But Jonathan went even beyond that. One orgasm after the next, he fulfilled my wildest fantasies. When we collapsed together, all I could think about was doing it again.
“Let’s just say he put my vibrator to shame.”
That’s something I didn’t see coming.
Over and over, I’ve replayed Friday night in my head. Jonathan kept his promise; he didn’t disappoint. The way my toes curled when he kissed me… The way I gripped the sheets when he touched me… The way my back arched when he licked me as the ecstasy broke over me until I could no longer hold it in… Those orgasms seemed to go on forever. I wanted them to. I felt so alive. Having him inside me packed me full, left me insatiable, and had me feeling so close to him.
Which is exactly what I wasn’t supposed to feel. But I’m finding that loving the sex—rather than the man giving it to me—is easier said than done.
And I can’t help but wonder if he realized that. Is that why he ran out so quickly afterward? Sure, he said it was because that’s the expectation of a one-night stand, but I’m not sure that’s true. Kami sometimes lets guys stay all night.
It didn’t mean anything to him. He fucked you. That’s it.
And I promised Jonathan he would be nothing more to me. So whatever feelings I have? I need to bury them.
Kami claps. “I knew it! I knew he’d get the job done.”
“Oh, he did.” And then some. Every time I think about it, I tingle.
“You’re thinking about sex with him right now, aren’t you?” Kami smirks.
“Of course not.”
“Liar! You’re blushing.” She laughs. “It’s okay to admit it, especially since the sex was good.”
“Yeah, I’m just trying not to make a big deal out of it. You know. Things between us at the office can’t be weird. And remember, you cannot tell a soul.”
“My lips are sealed, but only if I get more details.”
“Fine. I’ll tell you more tonight.” Kami won’t leave me in peace until I do. Besides, Friday night would never have happened without her little shove.
“Ugh. The anticipation. How dare you make me wait for such juicy tea.”
“It’s good for you. Builds character.” I laugh.
She sticks out her tongue and waves as she leaves for the office. I’m only a few minutes behind her, putting on my shoes and grabbing a light sweater to fend off the surprisingly chilly morning.
Twenty minutes later, I walk into the conference room for our weekly Monday meeting. I can’t deny that I feel apprehensive. It’s one thing to tell myself that last Friday night with Jonathan wasn’t emotional and nothing has changed between us, but will I believe that once he and I are in same room? The man was inside me, making me shiver with delight and shaking me to the very core barely more than forty-eight hours ago. I fear the line between lust and love is blurring.
It has to be lust. He gave you the best sex you’ve ever had.
Right, that makes more sense. Once I fulfill my end of the bargain and give him a suitable date for his ex’s wedding and I’ve slept with someone else, I’m free to do as I please with my newfound sexual knowledge.
At the head of the long table, Jonathan sits, reading a piece of paper in his capable hands. He looks deep in concentration. I let out a nervous breath. If he’s cool and collected, then maybe I can follow his lead and it’ll all be okay.
As I approach to find my seat behind him, he looks up. Our stares lock. His face sharpens. Damn it, his blue eyes have me entranced again, only it’s different now. I know his kiss. I know his touch. I know his body.
