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Whiskey
Iwasn’t sure why I trusted Zack, but I did. Perhaps it was because I had led such a sheltered life for so long, and that sexual diva deep inside was dying to break out. Whatever the reason, Zack allowed me to try different things that I had always read about but never dared to ask for.
I had fallen asleep in his arms, and when I woke, I was lying on my side, and there he was. Last night had been incredible for me. Not just the sex, but the sex with Zack. For the first time in my life, I had told someone not only what I wanted, but I had experienced new things.
Wade had never asked me to ride him. Wade had also never asked me to do a sixty-nine; I had to admit I loved that. Would it be weird to admit that I also enjoyed pleasing Zack to the point of climax, and his taste had been incredible? I would admit it to myself, but I didn’t think I would be telling Becca anytime soon.
What would Becca say if I told her I’d had sex with Zack? No doubt she would pass out from the shock of it. I had told her I was staying here, but that was because she was supposed to come over the night after my house had been broken into. I only told her I was staying with someone from work and left it at that.
Would Becca tell me this was a bad idea if she knew? Was it a bad idea? I think having sex with my boss, or a boss, was a horrible idea, but I had done it anyway. Would I do it again? Oh, hell yes!
The sheet was over his abdomen, and I took a few moments to study his chest. My fingers ached to drift over his skin. I stared at one of his nipples. Were men’s nipples as sensitive as women’s? Did men like to have their nipples touched? I fisted my hand so I didn’t reach out to touch him and disturb his sleep.
“What are you thinking?” His deep, husky voice startled me, and my eyes jumped to his. He gave me a lazy smile. “I could hear the wheels turning in your mind.”
“No, you couldn’t.”
“Yeah, I could.” He shifted a little bit so he could see me better. “What were you thinking?”
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying.” I laughed uncomfortably.
“Yes, you are. Tell me what you were thinking?”
I sighed and rolled to my back. “Fine, I was wondering if men’s nipples were as sensitive as women’s. There are you satisfied? It’s a really stupid question.”
He chuckled. “It’s not a stupid question. I’m not sure they are as sensitive, as I have nothing to compare it to, but they are.”
I looked at him. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
He chuckled. “Just, oh?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, just oh.”
“You don’t want to try it out yourself?”
I stared at him. “You want me to touch your nipples?”
“No, I asked you if you wanted to touch my nipples.”
“You didn’t ask that.”
“I did. I said, ‘ you don’t want to try it out yourself?’”
I pursed my lips, feeling dumb to be having this conversation with a man I barely knew at six in the morning on a Saturday.
“Hey, come here,” Zack said as he took my hand and pulled me toward him. “I was teasing you.”
“I know.”
“Did I upset you?”
