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I described in great detail how I’d had an orgasm while he’d barely touched me. It proved that my ability to climax was as much about my mind as it was about my body.

Henry had taught me something very powerful about myself tonight.

I will be forever grateful to my suave tutor.

Chapter Nine

Lolita bulged her eyes at me. “Are you telling me you had a fucking mind-blowing orgasm without Henry even touching you?”

I glanced around the Blue Haven coffee shop to see if anyone had heard her. She could be so loud sometimes.

Satisfied that her excitement had gone unnoticed, I shook my head. “He was touching me.”

“Yes, yes, but not your vajayjay?”

I nodded. “Correct.”

“Holy fuck, babe, that must’ve been intense.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

Matt, the cranky-ass waiter arrived with our drinks and my lemon butter cake, and as we waited out the interruption, Lolita’s expression formed into a scowl, no doubt itching for him to go. She’d have a dozen questions for me by the time he sauntered away.

The instant he left, she leaned forward and tapped her long pink fingernail on the table. “Tell me how he did it.”

“That’s the thing . . . I don’t know. He told me the moon was going to watch my body climax over and over, and then he glided his hands all over me and whispered stuff in my ear.” I shrugged at how lame it sounded now. “It was crazy.”

She picked up her green tea and paused with it near her lips. “I’m so fucking jealous right now.”

I shook my head. “No, you’re not.” Lolita was married to one of the hottest men in the world and to top that off, the two of them were crazy stupid in love with each other.

“I am, too. Calvin will have to pick up his act, or I’ll?—”

“You’ll what?” I laughed at her.

She rolled her eyes skyward, thinking. “I’ll make him come to our Tuesday morning sessions so he can hear what you’ve been up to.”

“Like hell, you will. I’m not telling him what I do with these guys.”

“He already knows.”

“Yes, but it’s not me telling him.”

She pouted. “Now you’ve had two sexual experiences that I haven’t.”

I grinned. If I’d had a decade to think about this, I could never have predicted how my life had turned around this year.

“So you’re still on track, hey?”

“Sure am. Seventeen men in seventeen weeks.”

She sat back on her chair. “I’m proud of you, babe.”

I was, too. Taking my sexual gratification into my own hands was easily one of the best decisions I’d ever made.

“So, do you think Mr. Suave and Sophisticated will be back?”

“Henry told me he would be.”

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