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“Yep. Took a few years off when I became a born again virgin, and again during the dry period of my marriage. But even so, I used toys. A lot of toys. I pleasured myself often. Regular orgasms give you benefits way beyond just enjoyment. They benefit your skin, your overall health, your peace of mind.”
Leigh pursed her lips. “You sound like an expert.”
“At sex?” A grin exploded across her face. “Thank you so much!”
“Well, not at chastity.”
Marcia laughed. “Leigh, this new sense of humor of yours is very attractive.”
“Thanks.” Leigh fiddled with her hair. Marcia knew she wanted to tuck it out of the way but she resisted. Probably to avoid a lecture. “Say I wanted to meet someone to connect with sexually. Where should I start?”
“I usually hit the bars but you don’t seem like the bar type.” She also didn’t seem like the Kink type. “Hmm. I’m not really sure where people meet other people. How about at work? Anyone you like there?”
“Other than Spencer, no. He’s gone now, but he was totally out of my league anyway.”
“Because he was your boss?”
“Well, yeah, but also because I’ve heard rumors that he’s dominant all the time. With women. Kelly’s such a control freak. How do you think that works, between them?”
“I have no idea nor do I want to. Spence’s sexual practices equal no Marcia land, capiche?”
Leigh surprised her by laughing. “Sorry. I keep forgetting who I’m talking to.”
“That’s okay. But I’ll let you in on a secret. There’s nothing weak about a strong woman submitting to a man. You’d be surprised how powerful it makes you feel.”
“Really? That doesn’t make sense.”
“Give it a try. Test your boundaries. If you don’t like it, don’t do it again. Sex is like cotton candy. Some flavors are more tasty than others. If one kind doesn’t do it for you, try another one next time.”
Leigh twisted her fingers together. “But I still have that problem of meeting someone. I’d prefer he be good in bed so I don’t have to spend forever vetting him.”
“That is a time-consuming part of the process,” Marcia agreed, mulling over the possibilities.
Her cell went off in her purse and she flipped it out to check the Caller ID. Adam. Her perennially single, oft-chased-by-the-fairer-sex younger brother.
Galvins weren’t duds in the sack. It was almost a genetic mandate. Pains in the ass out of bed, sure. Craptastic lovers? Not bloody likely.
Instead of answering the call, she let it go to voicemail and glanced at Leigh. Dual lights of hope and concern shone in her green eyes.
“There is someone I could refer you to. He’d be happy to have sex with you. I’m reasonably certain you’re exactly his type.” Marcia’s gaze dropped to Leigh’s bountiful breasts. “Make that I’m sure you’re his type.”
Leigh’s lower lip dropped to around her knees. “I don’t want a gigolo.”
Marcia chuckled. “He doesn’t get paid for sex. And of course, whether or not you decide to have sex with him would be your choice. I just know he’s safe and most women consider him attractive. He’ll probably get you off. Though the details of that don’t need to be shared with me. Please.”
“Who is this guy?” Leigh asked, her tone suspicious.
A minor sticking point, since Leigh had previously called him annoying. But no matter. Marcia didn’t consider a man being annoying a deterrent to sleeping with him. One could only pick from the available pool of guys, right? “Adam.”
“Adam who?” Then Leigh’s eyes bugged out. “Your brother?”
“One and the same. He’s in town for a while. Knowing him he’ll be looking to score. You game?”
“I can’t have sex with Spencer’s brother.”
“Why not? Close your eyes and pretend if you have to. Women have been doing it since the beginning of time.”
Leigh clapped a hand over her mouth. “I couldn’t.”
