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A rush of swelling heat suddenly made me relive the moment I’d nearly bit the bedhead. I wondered about the scratches on those sinewy arms and shoulders of his. Not to mention the bite marks I’d left on his neck.
“It was one of many,” I said coyly. After learning of Sheridan’s dull sex life with her partner of five years, I didn’t want to blow my trumpet about a night of sex that called for its own photo album. Those memories, I would cherish forever. That was if I ever got over the overwhelming need to see him again.
He's developing that hideous spa. Remember?
But he promised to rescind it.
My polarising halves were at it again.
Bad me wanted to massacre my credit card with an expensive skin-tight, woman-in-heat dress and seduce him, while good me demanded I march in carrying a placard with Ethan wearing horns and holding a pitchfork.
“You lucky girl. Tell me you didn’t come with his dick too?”
And fucking how.
I nodded with a timid grin. “It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve read about multiple orgasms but never believed it.”
“Yeah, about as mythical as the second coming.”
We looked at each other and laughed.
“Pun unintended,” she added.
“I can now confirm that such a thing exists. I’ve had my share of guys. But absolutely nothing compared to this.”
Her eyes widened with excitement like she was living her sex life vicariously through me. “Was he hung?”
My cheeks heated, as a smile grew on my face.
She lowered her voice. “Like how big?”
I demonstrated with my hands.
“Fuck, that’s enormous… Was it thick?”
“Yep. It hurt, to be honest, but after a while…” I could have contracted my pussy and come on the spot. I’d already masturbated more than usual, reliving him holding that blue-red veiny cock in his hand before entering me.
“I’m all hot and bothered.” She took a gulp of wine. “So why the fuck are you here? Shouldn’t you be there? Like, fucking him senseless?”
I sighed. “Because I now hate him.”
Her face scrunched in utter shock. “How can you hate someone who’s a fucking god in the sack? Those men are rare. Enjoy it. I would let him fuck me even if he admitted to killing my mother.”
My face scrunched in horror. “Oh, Sherry, that’s awful.”
“I’m being ironic, silly. You know my black humour. So why is he your enemy?”
“He’s a developer. A filthy rich, self-entitled prat.” I exhaled in frustration at my conflicted self. “I just had a night off from hating him.”
She frowned. “You’re nuts.” Her eyes lit up. “That’s it. Tension makes for the best sex. Maybe that’s what Bret and I are missing. He’s so compliant. Even when I’m due and something like a stray knife with butter on the bench turns me into a raging psycho, he humours me.”
I grimaced and chuckled at the same time.
“Has he tried calling you?” Sheridan asked.
I played with my fingers, and my lips curled at the thought of Ethan’s constant texts. Messages that I hadn’t deleted, and even scrolled on often as though trying to remind myself I had not imaginedthatnight. “Quite a few times. Even at the funeral, Ethan wanted to talk. But then I overheard that he’s about to tear down our old farm and turn it into a spa.”
Sheridan furrowed her brow. “So? It’s their land.”
