Page 57 of Taming Waves

“I was.”

“So, how did you end up with Parker?” she asks, confused.

“Warner and I were at dinner, and all I could think about was Parker and that kiss,” I begin to explain.

“Kiss? What kiss?”

“The kiss isn’t important. The important thing is, Parker did it on purpose just to ruin my date. Then, he told me that all I was going to be able to think about was his mouth, and of course, that was all I could think about.”

“So, the kiss was hot?” she asks.

“Still not the point. Focus,” I command.

She nods her head. “Okay, you were at dinner, thinking about Parker’s mouth.”

“Yes, because he used some kind of sexy voodoo on me.”

“Sexy voodoo?”

“Yeah, sexy voodoo, and it ruined dinner. Although, if I’m being honest, I was bored. Warner’s nice. He’s good-looking. He has a good job. He’s stable. But he just doesn’t do it for me. It wasn’t going to go anywhere. You know what I mean?”

“Sure. Boring is bad,” she agrees.

“It really is. Anyway, I ended the date early and went home to curl up with a book. Then, guess who texted me.” I stop my pacing and look at her. “Go ahead and guess.”

“Parker?”

“Yes! Parker. He just casually texted to ask how my date was going. Unbelievable, right?”

“Totally,” she agrees.

I plop down beside her and sink my head into my hands.

After a few minutes, Heather leans over and bumps my shoulder with hers.

“How was it?” she whispers.

I peek at her through my fingers.

“Amazing,” I mumble.

“Really?”

“I came four times, and I swear I blacked out once,” I confess.

Her mouth drops open. “You’re kidding?”

“I wish I were. I had gone over there, intent on rocking his world and walking out, leaving him wanting; instead, I wasthe one whose world was knocked off its axis. I’m sore and exhausted, and the worst part is that I want to do it again and again.”

She blows out a long breath. “Okay, there’s a lot to unpack here and not much time. First of all, congratulations on all the orgasms. I mean, there’s good, and then there’sgooood. Second, who’s to say you didn’t rock his world? A man doesn’t just get it up four times for a dead fish in the bed. He obviously enjoyed himself. And let’s be honest; I bet he’s walking around a little sore himself after running that marathon. And last, if you want to do it again … and again … then do it.”

“That wasn’t the plan,” I screech.

“Screw the plan,” she shouts. “Literally and figuratively.”

“No, no, no. I cannot fall for Parker Alston.”

“So, don’t fall for him. Just fall on him. Repeatedly. Until you’ve had your fill. You’re both adults.”

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