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Whew. That felt good to say.
Also, why is Val staring at me like I just told him I was quitting music to be a lumberjack? Does he not believe me? Is he upset I never mentioned it before?
Please don’t be mad.
Several long seconds pass before his forehead collapses to my shoulder.
“Thank god!” he says on an exhale.
I can’t help but grin at his obvious relief. (Mine too.)
“Good news, I take it?”
He lifts his head to meet my eyes. “The best news. Fuck, Larinda. I could never figure it out.”
“Figure what out?”
“All of it! How does he even have sex? Wouldn’t it mess up his hair? Do those ridiculous cutouts participate? Does he take Meyer lemon water breaks? And the belts! Does he have a special ‘fucking’ belt? Are there multiple depending on the position?”
I burst into laughter. He does too, and soon we’re laughing so hard we can’t breathe. My sides hurt as I pull him against me, holding him close as I fall in love over and over again. Gosh, he’s amazing.
“No idea, but thankfully, I’ll never have to find out.”
“So wait. Even when you were together …?”
“Ew. I couldn’t even stand being in the room with him for more than twenty minutes. Do you really think I could have slept with him? It was all for show. We both had others on the side.”
His brows knit as he studies me. Uh-oh. Is he upset at that last confession?
But he doesn’t seem angry or judgmental.
“Do you think he does now?” he asks.
“What do you mean?”
“If you both had others on the side, would he have some now, even while you’re supposedly engaged?”
“Probably,” I say with a shrug. “Honestly, I hadn’t thought about it. I didn’t care until he decided to play this whole ‘blame me for being a cheater’ game. Kind of ironic, no?”
Val doesn’t look amused as something works itself through his head.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Nothing. It’s nothing.” I don’t believe his tight smile for a second, but I also don’t want to be talking about Jarvis’ sex life right now. I’m way more interested in my own.
“So are you gonna ravage me or not?” I ask, tugging his face—and attention—back to me.
“Ravage?” he says with a smirk.
“I don’t say the F-word and ‘make love’ isn’t enough for what I want.”
His eyes go hot at my confession. “Really… so you’re saying you want me to F-word you?”
“So hard.”
I pull his head down for another deep, hungry kiss. It’s been too long and takes nothing for my body to catch fire again. Val always has that effect on me, but right now it feels like life or death.
I shove my hand in his hair, gripping hard as I provoke his kisses into the aggressive fury I’m craving. His hardness presses between my thighs, and my other hand slides between us to skim over his zipper. He groans into our kiss as I rub him over and over, first through his jeans, then tugging open the button and shoving them down for more access.
