Page 56 of Beauty and the Boss Man

She simply nods.

“Have you tried it?” I ask.

Now, her head shakes back and forth. “Nope. I mean, I wouldn’t be against trying it sometime. I never felt comfortable enough with any of the guys I’ve been with to ever do it.”

“And comfort and trust are a huge part of it. You have to be completely at ease with the person you’re doing it with,” I say.

I’m tempted to tell her that if she wants to try it, I’d be happy to guide her through it. But I highly doubt we will be doing anal play before we head back to Minnesota.

We sit in an awkward silence for a few moments before I try to lighten the subject a little.

“Now, before you changed the subject, I was trying to tell you how you don’t need the towel to cover up anything on your sexy body—jiggly or not.”

She rolls her eyes as if she still doesn’t believe me. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind the jiggle so much if it wasn’t accompanied by the cellulite and stretch marks.”

Grabbing her hand, I put it on my stomach. “Feel that? Jiggly? I don’t have six-pack abs, and you still think I’m attractive, right?”

“Duh.”

“And feel this.” I move her hand to my side right above my hip.

Her eyes move toward where our hands are. “Stretch marks?” She asks.

I nod. “Did you even notice them before I showed you right now?”

She gives me a slight smile. “There are far more things to look at on you than stretch marks.”

Using my finger to pull her chin toward me, I press my lips lightly to hers. I think I’ll miss kissing her most of all. Her lips are so damn soft.

When we break apart, I say, “Back at you, baby.”

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