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I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t tell you that. You don’t want to hear about the stuff I do with him.
It’s fine,he replies.I know he’ll never make you feel the way I do.
I bite my lip again, trying to hide the smile on my face, so Garrett doesn’t start teasing me again.
Tell me, Kitten. Did he make you come?
My cheeks redden, and I turn around to see Garrett focused on his phone, a blank expression on his face, so I quickly type out my reply.
Yes. Does that make you jealous?
No. I’m not jealous. I already told you. I know who you really belong to.
Tell me more. What did he use to make you come?
His mouth,I say.
God, I wish I could taste you myself. If I find myself between your beautiful legs, I’m never coming up for air.
Butterflies dance through my belly as I imagine him there. But the more I try to imagine Drake, my mind keeps picturing that moment with Garrett in the kitchen, his mouth against my sex, a mixture of warm and cold making me crazy as he brought me to climax.
What would I do if Drake walked through that door right now? Would I find myself moving toward him? Or toward Garrett? It feels impossible to choose, so I guess it’s a good thing that will never happen.
I wish you could.
I want to be the woman who breaks that dry spell for you.
Oh, Kitten. Trust me. I wish you could too.
My mouth twists into a knot. The next words I type out are daring and crazy, and I can’t believe I’m saying this.
It can be arranged.
I know I should probably tell him at some point that I’m a virgin, but what if he reacts like Garrett did? What if he doesn’t want me? Again, I start to feel bad about talking to another guy on the same day I’ve fucked around with Garrett, but again…Garrett will never commit to me, so why should I commit to him?
Drake’s response is disappointing.
It’s complicated.
I choose not to explore that further. If it is truly complicated, I don’t think I want to know why. I’ve got my own layers of complications to deal with. Speaking of, I turn around and glance at Garrett, still standing there, drinking his water and scrolling through his phone. His eyes lift when he feels me watching and our gazes meet for a moment.
“Do you like it?” he asks suddenly, and I’m caught off guard. For some reason, I feel like he’s caught me talking to Drake, but I know that’s not the case.
Squinting my eyes at him, I ask, “Like what?”
“Your job,” he replies, nodding toward my phone. “Doing whatever it is you do for the people online? Do you like it?”
It’s strange talking to him like this. Garrett was always the last person I would open up to about my work, but after everything we’ve done with each other this week, I don’t feel so strange about it now.
“Sometimes,” I respond.
“And you’d never meet any of these men in real life, right?”
“Of course not,” I reply without hesitation. How did he know we were just talking about this? “Also…why do you care? Are you jealous?”
“No. I just worry about you.”
The response is so sincere it makes me pause. Then I think about the conversation I had with Laura yesterday, how Garrett has always tried to protect me, and how I never knew. I feel something warm in my chest at the idea that I’ve meant more to Garrett than I ever realized.
