Page 83 of Pretend Girlfriend

“Good point,” he admitted. “Although I’ve actually had a threesome before.”

I sat up in my chair and twisted to face him. “Really? When? Where? With whom? How?”

“One question at a time.”

“When?” I was excited, now.

“Back in college.”

“Tell me more.”

“I was at a party with some friends. A buddy and I both had our eyes on this one girl who lived in our dorm. Both of us were trying to take her home. And in the end… both of us did.”

“Your threesome was with a guy!”

“Yep.”

“Was it hot? I bet it was hot.”

“You’re a little too excited about this,” he teased.

I shrugged. “I’m just curious. I’ve never had one. I don’t think I even know anyone who has.”

Landon chuckled and rested his arms behind his head. “Want to know the worst part of it?”

“Obviously.”

“I was drunk,” he said. “I barely remember it.”

“Aw, man. That’s a nightmare.”

“Tell me about it. I had to get most of the details from my buddy the next morning.” He hesitated. “Also… I had to fake my orgasm.”

I stared at him. “What.”

“I had to fake my orgasm,” he repeated.

“Guys don’t fake orgasms. Women do.”

“Like I said: I was drunk. I was able to…” He searched around for a polite phrase. “I was able to rise to the occasion, so to speak. And perform. But I definitely couldn’t come.”

I crossed my legs underneath me on the chair while staring at him. “So you made a bunch of fake orgasm noises?”

“Mmm hmm. Then I went into the bathroom and took the condom off, and we all passed out in bed. That’s pretty much all I remember.”

I had so many questions for him. What positions they tried. Who suggested the threesome in the first place. If he would ever be willing to do it again.

But I didn’t want to seem too excited. Because I was very excited, with curiosity and sexual energy. I was looking at Landon in a totally different light, now.

I wonder…

“So that’s my story. Had a threesome and can’t remember it. And it’ll probably never happen again. That kind of experimenting only happens in college.”

“Right.” I smiled at him. “The last time I was here, the partners at my firm hired a bunch of Jamaican prostitutes. If you want to have that threesome, I can hire two of them.”

I made sure to say two of them so that Landon knew I wasn’t including myself. But I was most certainly imagining myself involved. How could I not?

He raised an eyebrow at me. “I would enjoy it more if they were willing participants, not prostitutes.”

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