Page 3 of Come to Bed

The last reason I so desperately didn’t want to go to the reunion? Well, that was a secret I planned on keeping. And another point towards me needing professional help.

At least I would have Oliver and my other friend, Yara.

“Is Yara staying with us?” I lifted myself off the chair, peeling my thighs up as I went and deemed it was a two glasses of scotch kind of day. I poured another finger, threw it back, and resettled in his uncomfortable chair. Leather did not make a sweaty girl comfy.

Oliver once more followed my every move with his eyes. I could practically taste his judgment and I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Floor below, so you won’t have to hear the gremlin.” He snorted. “That is if she doesn’t end up passing out drunk with you. Again.” He narrowed his eyes in annoyance. Yara and Oliver never did solidify a good friendship; they were amicable and liked to fuck with each other like siblings. I knew that was for my sake, I was the common ground that kept them in each other’s orbits.

I had two friends from high school. Well, there was a third, but we weren’t exactly friends. I shook my head clearing my thoughts of the man, I hadn’t heard from him since the summer after I graduated. He was just another secret I had kept from Oliver and Yara. They were the only two that really counted. Oliver and I ended up owning this company together. But Yara? She had a completely different career path.

She basically ran a dating service, but for those with special interests. Specifically bordering on the taboo. It was something I always found intriguing, but I’d never had the courage to pursue the ventures she provided. I almost did once, but then Harry dug his way into my life.

He and I met at a party, and while I wasn’t immediately drawn to him, he love-bombed me until I gave in to a date. He kept at it until I agreed to be his. It was at that point Harry completely shifted to shine through as the asshole he truly was. I should have noticed the red flags, but I was desperate to meet a good man, so I ignored them. Once again. He kept me from Yara’s dating site before, but nothing would stop me this time around.

The last time Yara and I booked adjacent rooms, she brought her work home with her. Needless to say, the noises kept me from getting much sleep. And I would never admit it out loud but listening to the activities had made me horny as hell.

I swept my hair back, removing it from the hole it had fallen into AKA my cleavage. For a moment, I thought I saw something akin to lust sweep through Oliver’s eyes, but I dismissed it. He had always drawn a very firm line between us.

Business and pleasure never ended well anyway. Just ask Pegging Peter.

“You have two weeks to accept that we’re going.” Oliver raised a challenging brow.

“Okay dad. Now can I go back to work, boss man?”

Oliver’s deep chuckle followed me as I exited his office. I determined it might be best to not actually do any work in this condition. A video call to my bestie was in fact the primo decision.

She answered on the third ring as I exited the building and made my way to my car. My driver/friend, Maddox, somehow always knew when I was enroute and he held the back door open for me.

I let my eyes meet his guarded smoky gray ones for just a moment, before I redirected my attention to my phone. He was another man that was definitively off limits.

Yara’s golden hair and beautiful face filled my phone’s screen as I settled into the backseat. Her striking cerulean eyes always held a glint of her inner deviance.

“Yara, I’m ready. For real this time. Help a girl out.”

“I thought you’d never ask!” Yara’s angelic face immediately darkened, turning her into a predator.

I shivered involuntarily at her reaction.

“Fucking finally!! No take backsies.” Her high-pitched animated voice was at odds with her calculating eyes. “No more falling on these trash men. It’s time.” Her excitement was palpable through the phone. It was contagious.

Yara was right. It had been too long; the internet and shitty porn weren’t enough. I wanted to fulfill myself. I wanted to delve into my fantasies.

Harry had never given me close to anything I needed, and the one time I tried to communicate with him? He shut down and shamed me. I didn’t dare bring it up again.

I thought he only liked missionary, but apparently, I could have gotten a dry dick in my ass, too. God, he fucking sucked. What was I even thinking dating him?

If a man was a walking red flag AND he couldn’t make you come? Leave his ass.

I needed to go outside my comfort zone and try something that even just the thought of, had me clenching my thighs together needily. I rubbed my legs against each other, trying to relieve some of the tension that was building up. I had an idea for how this evening was going to play out.

Yara set her phone down, balancing it, and steepled her hands together jokingly. “You’re going to go home and rub one out, aren’t you?” she cackled loudly. “Good, prep yourself. I am about to help facilitate the ruination of your sex life. You will never be able to go back to these useless men again.”

Fuck, she knew me too well. I flicked her off before ending the call.

I had felt the weight of Maddox’s eyes during the entire interaction, and I finally met his gaze through the mirror. “You heard none of that!” I poked him in the back of his broad muscular shoulder.

The man was a sexy giant, but unfortunately, he made his intentions clear when it came to me.

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