Page 87 of The Wrong Fiancée

He grinned at me. "I've only been in love once, and that's with you."

I rolled my eyes. "You proposed to Felicity."

"True." He poked his fork into a plump ravioli. "But I don't think I loved her. I can see that now. I've had sex with men…but lately, I've found women more attractive. I haven't been with a man in a while."

"Do you miss it?"

"Getting pegged?" He grinned.

I flushed, feeling shy.

"If I do, will you wear a strap-on, baby?"

I swallowed. The idea made me hot and bothered. I cleared my throat. "Have you…ah…do you do that a lot?"

He chuckled. "No. I've not had the need. If I wanted a man, I fucked him. Is this making you uncomfortable?"

I shook my head. "It's…exciting."

Dean pushed my hair off my face. "We can try anything and everything you want."

"What if I don't know what I want?"

He shrugged. "Then we find out. Sex…good sex happens when we talk to one another and tell each other what we like and what we don't. Just simple fucking doesn't require a high level of trust, but to experiment and try new things does. We have that."

After eating, we went back to bed, lying side by side, looking at one another.

"Did you ever think about me?" he asked.

I nodded. "Way too much."

"I did, too. I…when I thought about proposing to Fee, I…wanted to look for you."

"Why didn't you?"

"Honestly, I thought you'd have moved on, and I'd feel like a complete jackass for cyberstalking someone I had a fling with years ago."

"It was never just a fling for me."

"Since I'm here in bed with you—ready to move heaven and earth to bewith you, it's obvious it wasn't just a fling for me either, baby."

I cupped his cheek. "I know."

"I'm sorry for?—"

"No more apologies. We never had a relationship…we were just…."

"Fucking?"

I laughed. "Yes, and doing it very well, mind you. But this time, we're in a relationship, and this is fresh and new. So, no apologies, no talk about the past."

"Thank you." He took my hand and kissed it and then rolled over, tugging me onto him so my head rested on his shoulder. "How do you feel about Noe?"

"Good. Hopeful. If she slides back, she does. Nothing I can do about it. Until then, I'll enjoy my sister."

He stroked my back. "You have a big fucking heart, Elikapeka Leina Hamlet."

I nuzzled his chest, heard his heartbeat, and kissed that spot. "I'm happy to have given it to you." I was being so freaking sappy, it wasn't even funny.

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