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“I don’t know,” she admitted.
Kemper watched them from the doorway. Finally, he said, “Does this mean all you ever think about is sex?”
She slowly nodded. “Lately, it’s been pretty bad. I…I uh…” She took a weighted breath and finally finished with, “I’m glad you know the truth.”
“All the time?” Kemper asked, still processing. He ran his hand through a mess of hair and stared at her blankly. “I mean, you don’t think about anything else? Like when you go shopping, are you thinking about sex?”
“Actually, yes.”
“And when you’re—”
“Kemper!” Kit yelled. “Sex addiction is a serious problem.”
“I’m just trying to understand what she’s been going through.”
“Well, I guess it’s best explained like this—I would pick up a stranger on the street if I needed to get off. Masturbation was my primary form of release, but I fucked myself several times a day, used to spend a lot of time watching porn, and used to—prior to meeting you—rush through the act so I could hurry up and find whatever would stimulate and arouse me next.”
“Were you at least responsible, I hope?” Kit asked, narrowing his gaze.
“Yes,” she replied. “But I’ve also been tested. When you first brought me here, you made sure of it, remember?”
“Yes.” Reluctantly, Kit added, “You have some problems with the emotional aspect of our relationship, don’t you?”
“And you don’t?” she asked, coming to her knees and tweaking her nipples. “We have remarkable sex. And then you and Kemper can’t get those jeans back on fast enough. Do you think that says to me you want an emotional connection?”
“Have you been unfaithful to us?” Kit asked, ignoring her hands as she worked like mad to tempt them, not that they hadn’t been taunted enough.
“Never,” she promised. “I think I may even…” She gasped, tossed her head back, and moaned as she pinched her nipples tighter. “I may even be in love with you.”
“Are you?” Kemper asked, stepping closer to the bed. He seemed totally unaware of where her fingers roamed. He intently stared into her eyes as tenderness swept over him, marking its place in his softened expression. “Are you in love with us?”
“Stop that,” Kit said, gently removing her hands from her breasts.
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
* * * *
Kit watched how nervous she became as Kemper sat there without showing any signs of being aroused, without going to her when she certainly did everything within her power to provoke his lust.
She took a predator-type position, crouched over like an animal as she worked her legs in a butterfly’s maneuver. Her pussy lips glistened in the light, and Kit looked away, trying to decide the best way to handle her addiction. Why was she confessing her love while still trying to coax them into sex? Was this the addict’s way? Would everything about their relationship ultimately end up relating to sex?
“I’m not any different now than I was out there. I’m still the woman you found attractive enough to bring home from Nashville. I’m still the same woman you ate out just an hour ago, Kemper.”
He gulped.
“And now that you know the truth, you don’t want me, do you?”
“I don’t know,” Kemper said thoughtfully. “I’ve read a lot about addiction, Holly. The question here is—do you want me and Kit, and if you do, how long can we keep you satisfied? How long before you crave more than we can give you?”
She grinned. “I guess that depends on you. I don’t see why you have to make such a big deal out of this. We have amazing sex. We enjoy one another. All we need to do is focus on the physical aspect of the relationship and the rest will fall in place. Don’t you think so, Kit?”
As her hand covered his, he jerked away. “No, Holly. I think the worst thing we could do for you is focus on the physical aspect. In fact, I’m starting to believe the only way we can beat this thing is if we begin concentrating on the emotional aspect.”
“That will be harder for you than it will be for me.”
“I don’t think so,” Kit told her. “In fact, I believe we’ll be happier in the long run if we start taking care of one another emotionally. The sex will come.”
“I hope it comes sooner rather than later.”
