Page 5 of Awakening Anna

“Those douche canoes couldn’t find a G-spot with a freaking road map. I have no doubt Max Marshall not only knows how to find it, he probably knows more about it than you do. Get that man naked, and let him prove that you are not defective.”

Why had she ever confided her sexual shortcomings to her sister? The fact that Max was likely amazing in bed would only make Anna’s humiliation that much worse. If she were the woman she was in the dreams, this would be a no-brainer.

But she wasn’t.

Her insecurities won out with two simple words. “I can’t.”

“You can!” Lynnlee shouted in her ear. “Listen to me. Light some candles. Put on that summer dress with the buttons down the front and leave it open enough to show off the girls. When dinner is over, whatever you do, do not let that man leave until you are thoroughly sexed in every way possible.”

Who needed a sex-kitten pill when Anna had Lynnlee for a cheerleader?

Maybe her sister was right. She’d certainly earned a bout of good sex. And her former partners were nowhere near as hot as Max.

Did hot man mean hot in bed? That was an excellent question.

Like…a research question. Librarians were supposed to do research all the time.

Anna owed it to all of womanhood to find the answer.

And Max had implied that he would be a willing research subject. Or so she rationalized.

“I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” Anna said, running her hand through her hair. Anticipation weakened her knees as she made her way back to the bedroom. “If this goes badly, I’m blaming you.”

Lynnlee laughed. “You’ll be thanking me, is what you’ll be doing. Now go get him, woman.”

Her sister ended the call without saying goodbye. Anna reached for the bra where it had landed on the floor, but she didn't bother finding the matching panties.

Sometimes, less really was more.

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