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“Then, okay.” My breath whooshed out. Maybe this didn’t have to be so complicated. We’d do it and see what happened after that. “We don’t have to do it again if we don’t like it.”

His grin only grew. “What makes you think we won’t like it? I think it’ll be amazing.”

“Sometimes, things aren’t perfect.”

He rolled me onto my back and braced himself over me. “I cannot promise perfection, but I can assure you of one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I’ll do my best to always make sure you’re completely satisfied.”

Chapter 29

Xax

Amanda might not realize it, but she was giving me a gift.

And a challenge.

“Guys think that too,” she said. “I don’t believe many of them would know if the woman was satisfied or not.”

“Will you act as if you are no matter what?” I asked, curious about her answer.

“You mean fake it?” A cute frown knit her brow. “No. I mean, I guess I’ve pretended once or twice when it just wasn’t working, and the guy was pretty much telling me I’d better come soon because he was about to blast. Then I just end up drippy.”

“Drippy?”

“Uh yeah.” Her laugh snorted out, and I loved seeing the tension leave her along with it. Scooting close to me, she buried her face in my chest. “I can’t believe we’re contemplating having sex, and I’m lying here telling you about my past experiences. It’s not exactly romantic.”

“Sex doesn’t need romance to be effective.”

“You’ve got that right, which is why a lot of women use toys.”

“Toys?” I tried to picture something a youngling would play with relating to sex and drippiness, but I couldn’t.

“On Earth, if women want to satisfy themselves, they can buy objects we call toys. Fake cocks.”

“Why not just use real ones instead of fake?”

“Fake won’t reject you, hurt you, or cheat on you.”

“A cock won’t either.”

“Don’t be so sure about that. Cocks aren’t always attached to nice people.”

“I see.” I actually did. “Tell me more about these toys.”

She described various things people bought on her planet.

“So what do you want to do about this?” I finally asked.

“I ruined the moment, didn’t I? I bet you were going to kiss me.”

“Like this?” I kissed her, intending it to be sweet, but when she clung to my shoulders, my body gave way. I deepened the kiss, stroking my tongue across hers until she moaned and pumped her hips up against me.

When I lifted my head, she gave me a dreamy smile.

“Yes, like that.” Mischief filled her eyes. “If I hadn’t ruined the moment, you might’ve even touched my breasts.”

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