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By:Lili Valente


“There’s talk and then there’s talk.” I transfer my attention to her other breast, loving the way her lashes flutter against her cheeks in response.

“So if I were talking about how much I love your hands on me, that would be okay?” she asks in a husky voice that makes me think we might not need a meditation session after all.

“That would be acceptable.” I kiss her neck, inhaling the heady fragrance of flowers and Libby.

“Or how good it feels when you bite my nipples?”

I rake my teeth over the place where her neck meets her shoulder, and she shivers. “Next time, you can be on top and I’ll bite them while you ride me.”

“But you should ride me first.” She rocks her hips, making me groan as she takes me deeper.

“No pain?” I ask, as I slowly pull back.

“No pain.” Her lashes sweep up, giving me a window into her heart again, a window that breaks my heart a little as she whispers, “Can you forgive me?”

“Already forgiven, baby.” I glide back into her, breath catching as her body welcomes me in. And for a moment, I want to tell her that I love her.

That I love how her body fits so perfectly against mine and the way her eyes glitter in the semi-darkness, letting me see the exact moment when an absence of pain starts to become an abundance of pleasure. I want to tell her I love the wonder in her expression as I circle her clit with my thumb, coaxing her back to the brink, and the way she reminds me what it was like to make love for the first time—like a miracle, a revelation, a wish coming true with fireworks exploding in the background. I want to tell her that it feels new again for me, too, because I have never made love to someone who is as precious to me as she is, but I force my lips to stay busy kissing her instead.

This isn’t the time to talk about feelings and changes of heart and wanting more than sex. But it’s hard, so hard that as Libby comes on my cock for the first time, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep all the things I shouldn’t say from spilling out of my mouth.

“Oh, Justin,” she cries out, arms trembling as she pulls me closer. “Oh my God, it’s so good. So good, so beautiful.”

“Fuck, Libby. Yes, baby.” My words end in a groan as I lose myself inside her, my orgasm ripping through me, making my blood run hot and my chest ache. The pleasure is painfully sweet, so close and raw and intimate that when it’s over, all I can do is pull Libby close and hug her a little too tight.

I don’t want to let her go, but eventually we shift until we’re lying side by side on her mattress, and she lifts a tired hand to my face. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” I say softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Now get some sleep. But tomorrow we’re going to talk. A serious talk. No more lies.”

And no more pretending that casual sex is ever going to be enough. I don’t want casual. I want it all, every piece of the beautiful person falling to sleep in my arms.





Chapter Twenty-One





Libby




I wake up before the sun and the alarm clock, and do something I haven’t done in three years of teaching. I turn off the alarm, swipe my cell from the bedside table, and call in sick.

I’m finishing my message, explaining that I’m running a fever and don’t want to come into work in case I’m contagious, when Justin rolls over and his eyes blink open, sending a fluttering, swooping feeling through my stomach, making my voice breathy as I add, “So sorry about this. Please have the sub call me if she needs any help, and tell the kids I’ll miss them.”

I end the call and set the phone back on the table without breaking eye contact with the scruffy sex god in my bed. He really is a sex god. And last night we really had sex—incredible, intense, multi-orgasmic, life-changing sex—and I am no longer a virgin.

It’s all so unexpectedly overwhelming that I’m not sure what to do with myself except stare at Justin and whisper, “Hi.”

“Hey.” He blinks, squinting against the sun beginning to stream in through my curtains, the slight puffiness around his eyes making him even more handsome.

God, he’s beautiful. How on earth did it take me so long to realize that he is the sexiest, best, most wonderful man to ever walk the face of the earth?

Slow your roll there, Collins.

Justin has plenty of flaws, and so do you. Have you forgotten the bumps in the road last night? And how clearly unhappy he was that you fudged the truth?

“You called in sick?” he asks, voice rough with sleep.

“I did. I thought it would be nice not to have to rush that talk.”

“Good.” His eyes flick down to my shirt before returning to my face. “You got dressed.”