Page 49 of The First Time

“You wouldn’t dare.”

But I think he would, so I started talking. I tell him about our first kiss, our first night that he fingered me, and all the details about our sex. But I leave out the finger in the butts. That part feels too intimate of a detail.

He taps his chin when I look up at him. “What?” I ask.

“You’re not telling me everything.”

“What makes you say that?” I ask him, wondering how the hell he knows.

“Because the second you stopped talking, you looked anywhere but me and got all weird. What else did you two do? It must be dirty if you don’t even want to tell me.”

“It was…ummm…butt stuff.”

Zane gasps. “Did you seriously have anal with him?”

“What? No! It was just a finger.”

He leans back in his chair with a look of disappointment. “Aww, a finger is boring. But for you, it’s a big deal. I never would’ve thought you’d be into that. I’m proud of you. You certainly knew your assignment to be adventurous and damn did take that seriously.”

“Well, I wasn’t the only one,” I mutter to myself.

“You weren’t the only one what? To take a finger?” He straightens his spine, mouth falling open. “Are you telling me the insanely sexy Josh took a finger, too?”

I nod my head slowly.

“Did he like it?” Zane whispers like there’s all of a sudden a crowd of people in his office.

It makes me laugh. “He seemed to enjoy it. I mean, it was only for a second.”

Zane begins to fan himself. “Holy. Shit. Layla. I’m dying. You just literally blew my mind. That is so damn hot when a guy doesn’t shy away from trying kinky things.”

“Josh is comfortable enough with himself to try something like that,” I agree.

“So, what does this mean? Are you two dating?”

I swallow hard, trying to find a suitable answer. One that doesn’t invite more questions that I don’t know the answer to. “We’re just seeing where things go.”

Even though that satisfies Zane, my mind is congested with doubts and fears.

Chapter Seventeen

Josh

“I never really got a chance to thank you for what you did,” Asher says as we sit on the back of my trunk eating our lunch.

The week has flown by as I try to catch up with the work I missed. Right now, I’m trying to manage this house renovation. It’s a huge million-dollar house on the lake that needed to be gutted while simultaneously managing our first commercial project.

Asher and I are rarely in the same place at once, since we are always managing different projects, but he stopped by today to bring me some lunch.

“Thank me for what?” I ask as I shove a chip into my mouth.

“For going to Italy with my sister, you idiot.”

“Oh, that. It’s no problem. It turned out to be really fun. I would’ve never taken a trip like that otherwise. I’m glad I was forced into it.”

Asher chuckles to himself. “Yeah, you’re not the fancy vacation type.”

I know it’s not meant as an insult; he’s just stating a fact, but it still hurts. I could be that person if that’s what Layla wants. Why can’t I be the type who takes trips to Europe? It was an amazing experience.

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