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Jonas notices because he says, “Hey, you okay? Did I say something wrong?”
I chuckle. “No, Jonas. You always say all the right things. I’m just not used to hearing them, I guess.”
“You’ve never been told how sexy you are?” His eyes widen in disbelief.
“Not really. I’ve been called pretty but not sexy. I’ve been that girl described as ‘she’s got a pretty face.’ I don’t think most guys find the cellulite and stretch marks sexy.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “Your husband didn’t find you sexy?”
I shake my head. “Not really. He didn’t act like it anyway.”
“Then, why the hell did you marry him?” His tone isn’t harsh, but I can tell he wants an answer.
My shoulders kind of shrug. “We were in high school when we became friends and then eventually got together. We were both kind of nerdy, and honestly, I think Michael was happy just to have a girlfriend. And it helped that we were friends and got along so well.
“And then, he got into the sales business, which seriously upped his confidence. When he started traveling all the time, I think he got the idea in his head that he could do better.”
Jonas takes a couple of steps toward me. “Well, if you aren’t used to hearing it, then I guess I’ll just have to tell you how sexy you are every chance I get. I’ve got some lost time to make up for. So, once again, Andi Nicholson, you are one amazingly beautiful, gorgeous, take-your-breath-away, sexy, fine-as-hell girl of my dreams.”
Oh yeah. ALL the right things.
“Damn, you’re smooth, cowboy,” I say.
He holds up his hands. “Hey, I speak the truth.”
He breaks down the box he just unpacked and walks over to the one box I don’t want him to look in.
The box labeled NIGHTSTAND.
“Not that one!” I cry while trying to maneuver around the boxes to get to him.
But it’s too late. He’s already opened the flaps, and his eyes go wide.
He pulls out one of the small vibrators and looks at me.
They aren’tdick-shapedsince I prefer just the vibration function, but there’s no denying what they are. I debate trying to play it off like they’re neck massagers, but the way he is looking at me tells me that it’s no use. He knows exactly what they are.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I avoid his gaze, which is now so hot that it’s burning a hole right through me.
He takes a couple of steps toward me until we are mere inches apart.
He speaks in a low tone that makes goosebumps erupt over every inch of my skin. “Are these yours, baby?”
“Maybe,” I mutter.
“Have you used them lately?” He asks.
I shake my head.
“Good.”
“Good?”
He moves even closer. “Yeah…good. Because as sexy as it is thinking about you with your legs spread getting yourself off with one of these, I want to make you come so much you’ll never need one of these again.”
I smile up at him. “Why do you think I haven’t used them? I could have used them last night, but instead, I came to see you.”
“Do you know how much you’re turning me on right now?”
