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“Like, not even looking at each other, just looking at the screen?”
I covered my face with my hands, unsure if I was about to break into laughter or tears. “Yes.”
“Oh…” My best friend trailed off, sounding so genuinely upset for me that I had to cackle. “AJ. Honey,” Georgia said seriously. “How did it get that bad?”
I took a big drink of wine as my amusement wound down to a groan.
“I don’t know, he just… lifts a lot of heavy film equipment every day? And is super tired?” I hypothesized weakly. “And we just put so much energy into our careers. He’s busting his ass to break into the film industry and I’m dealing with Adam and these clien
ts all the time. By the time we get home, we wind up just relaxing with each other instead of... firing each other up. You know?”
“Oh, I know,” Georgia said, her sigh a clear reference to her on-and-off boyfriend of four years, Wes. “Thing is, babe, it’s an easy fix. All that attraction and sexual chemistry is still there. It’s always been there. It’s just buried under a million layers of life and stress and all the complexities of your relationship. But it only ever takes is one night to wake it all up. And before you even know it, you two will be humping like bunnies.”
“God, I hope you’re right, because it’s been a month since I’ve been laid and my vibrator basically handed me a letter of resignation last night.”
“Wow, that is quite the visual. But hey, you know the saying ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’?”
“Yes…”
“Well, I think distance also makes your climax stronger.”
I broke into a laugh that was half-groan as I glanced at the clock. “That’s… beautiful, Georgia. But on that note, I gotta go. This meeting’s about to start any second.”
“Fine, but text me later to let me know how it goes with Caspar!” Georgia said eagerly just as the bartender slid a neat whiskey onto the counter next to me.
“I’ll text you tomorrow morning. Hopefully I’ll be too busy to text you tonight,” I said, looking down at the fingers wrapping around the whiskey, then up at who they belonged to—a smirking Adam as he slid into the seat next to mine.
“Hopefully being the key word,” he said as I hung up.
My eyes rolled back. “Adam. If you don’t let go of that one stupid thing you overheard about my sex life, I’m going to go into extreme detail about every time in the past five years that Caspar rocked my world with his nine-inch dick.”
Adam choked on the first sip of his drink, but my satisfaction was short-lived. “Christ, I think we’ve hit a new low for Cassie when you’re lying about his dick size for him.”
“Who says I’m lying?” I quipped, but the very dry look I earned made it clear that there was no point in trying to keep up the act. “Alright, fine, I’m lying, but for the record, I don’t need to defend Caspar’s bedroom abilities to you and also, no woman actually wants a dick that big inside her.”
Adam lifted his eyebrows. “No?” he laughed. “And why not?”
I blinked. Because it would hurt? And if it was that big, you wouldn’t be able do it that hard?
But also you’ve never been with a nine-inch dick, so you don’t know that for sure, I considered, feeling a tiny rush of heat in my cheeks as I entertained a brief but very X-rated fantasy of what it would feel like to have a dick that big inside me.
“For the record, I’ve never had any complaints,” Adam said.
And coincidentally, my thighs clenched.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, AJ, I scolded myself.
But it was too late. I wasn’t even looking at Adam, but the smirk was audible in his suddenly wicked voice and out of nowhere, the heat in my cheeks flooded down to my neck. Bitch, are you flustered? I asked myself, so stunned that I forced myself to act quickly normal by tossing my hair back and giving a “pshh” as I picked up my wine.
“Yeah, if Caspar doesn’t have a nine-inch dick, Adam, neither do you,” I scoffed, though my eyebrows pinched together as soon as the words left my lips, and I stared unblinkingly forward as I drank my wine in frowning silence, taking a couple seconds to realize my grave mistake—which was that one, I had no reason to say what I just said so confidently, because two, Adam was probably that big, given what I’d seen of him under his basketball shorts at the gym and three, it was weird as fuck of me to act like he and Caspar were anywhere on the same level.
They weren’t anything close to the same kind of man.
Which was totally fine.
I’d always loved and appreciated Caspar for who he was, even if he got occasionally sensitive about the kind of guys I was constantly surrounded by at work—in his words, “Meathead jocks who only talk about money and sports and probably have dick-measuring contests.” Hell, if there was any one thing I found unappealing about Caspar, it was his insecurity over Adam, because it was always pointless and silly and totally unfounded.
Until now, apparently, because you’re fucking blushing your face off and wondering what a nine-inch dick feels like, and Adam can a thousand percent tell, so get your shit together, I scolded myself.
