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With a sigh, I accepted the call.
She shrieked in my ear. “Really? That’s how you treat your bestie when you have life-changing sex? Ignore her for half a week?”
I closed my eyes. “How do you know it was life-changing?”
That it had been was neither here nor there.
“Mrs. Gunderson told me.”
“Ugh, are you serious? That’s so hurtful.” I gripped my throat. “Look, I’m not really ready to talk about it—”
“You better be. You so better be. I’m on an afternoon shift at the bakery but soon as I get through making three dozen rush eclairs, I’m coming over and we are going to talk the talk. I want to hear positions and frequency and orgasms. I. Want. It. All. So prepare thyself. You owe me, sister.”
Mickey clicked off and I tossed my phone into the cushions before I dragged myself down the hall into the shower. I desperately needed one and if my bestie was coming over against my will, I needed to make myself presentable.
I was in the shower when my phone went off again with a generic ringtone. I’d just updated my phone and all my specific ringtones had defaulted for some reason.
Thinking it was Mickey, I grabbed it off the sink and started talking.
“Dude, I heard you. I’m in the damn shower. I got the message. Positions, Os, frequency. Just let me wash my damn hair first.”
“So you’ll see Mickey but not me. I see where I rank.”
I sagged against the wall, barely managing not to hiss as the spray hit me full in the face. “I see where I rank, since you don’t want to wife me. As if I want to be wifed.”
“Are you speaking English right now?”
I wrenched off the water. “Barely. Sorry. Forgot you were old.”
The sound he made verged on a growl that landed squarely between my thighs. “I wasn’t too old for you on Monday.”
“No, and you aren’t too old for me now, mainly because my lady garden is a horny cow and loves your dick.”
He was silent for a good thirty seconds while I shivered against the wall and wondered how my clit could be pounding just from words. My own, at that.
“You’re in the shower?”
All at once, I suspected he was about to prove his age wasn’t bad in any way—at least that led to orgasms. “Mickey’s coming over,” I said weakly.
“So I heard. What did you mean by that wifing thing? Break it down in middle age terms.”
“Stacey Hardwick said I shouldn’t get my hopes up about you because you didn’t want to make me your wife.”
“Is that a thing now? One night stand leads to marriage? Am I failing somehow because I didn’t immediately consider it?”
It was so ridiculous I couldn’t help laughing. Loudly. To the point I couldn’t stop until I was half collapsed against the wall in a fit of hysterics.
He gave me a couple minutes to collect myself. “Better now?”
“No. I’m not better. I’m a freaking wreck because I had such an amazing time with you even though it shouldn’t have made sense but it did. It made so much sense. We fit so well.”
His voice lowered as I heard him moving around. He was probably at work again. Probably hiding that he was on the phone. Subterfuge was the name of our game. “We do fit. As if we were made to. You fit me like a glove in so many ways.”
“Most sexual?”
“Can’t deny those ways are pretty damn spectacular. Or that I haven’t thought of sliding into your sweet pussy more times that I can count the last few days.”
I sucked in a shuddering breath. “Well, it’d been a while on that score.”
