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Brock was waiting in bed for me.

He was reading a book, with the quilt and sheets thrown back, his gorgeous body on full display.

The overhead lights were off, but the lamp at his bedside was enough to highlight every powerful muscle in his body.

He’d given up on the sweatpants a while ago, because really, what was the point since I’d already seen his nude body in the shower?

I was on intimate terms with his glorious cock.

My heart tripped when he put his book aside and grinned at me.

Lord, this man was so beautiful, and he obviously adored me.

But dammit! I was still nervous.

Brock was stupidly perfect, and he definitely knew his way around a woman’s body.

I was thirty-two years old and I’d only had one man inside my body.

Missionary style.

With the lights off.

And the sex had only lasted a minute or two.

It had always been exactly the same way.

Sex had been a mildly pleasurable experience, but I’d always wondered if there was something wrong with me because it had never been orgasmic for me.

Something told me that Brock wasn’t an always-missionary, one-minute, lights-off kind of guy.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with a frown, his voice concerned. “Sweetheart, you look like you’re going to your own execution right now.”

Stop it, Jenna. You’re worrying Brock.

I smiled as I walked to the bed.

I’d changed so much since I’d met this man.

I didn’t need to retreat into my own head when I felt anxious or awkward.

I could talk to him.

He’d become my best friend and the person I could talk to about anything.

I had to admit that it was a little bit harder coughing up information about my sex life though. Or my lack of one.

I slid into the bed dressed in my usual sleep shorts and crop T-shirt. “I’m a little nervous,” I admitted. “I’m thirty-two years old and I have so little sexual experience. I’m not a virgin, but I’ve only had one man inside me, and you’re so…big. I know you’re also going to see my scars up close and personal.”

Yeah, he’d seen me nude, but this felt…different.

We’d talked about sex…in theory. We’d even had the safe discussion. We were both clean and I was on birth control.

He reached out and pulled me against his powerful body. “If you’re not ready for this, it’s not going to happen,” he grumbled before he kissed my forehead.

I shook my head. “I’m ready. God, it’s every one of my sexual fantasies, Brock. I think it’s just going to be awkward for me the first time because I’m pretty inexperienced and I don’t really like my body.”

He rolled me onto my back, took my hands, threaded our fingers together, and held them over my head. His eyes were blazing with intensity as he growled, “Well, I happen to love your body, baby. I’ll teach you to love it, too.”