Page 34 of Enticing

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“Try to keep up and try to slow down on the wine. You’re not twenty-one yet.”

Wait… is she twenty-one?Shit. How drunk am I?

I swing my glass between Cori and Caitlin, deciding I don’t care how drunk I am, and try to break down Caitlin’s predicament for my sister. I might not be able to wrap my head around my own fucked up issues, but Caitlin’s feel a little more cut-and-dried than mine do. “She loves him. He loves her.”

“It’s been years in the making. Totally epic love kind of shit.” I sigh, and the romance writer in me soars. “He fucked up. Like big-time fucked up. Kinda the biggest. Now she’s pregnant with his baby, and he’s kissing her ass because it turns out, it’s really all her big, scary, DILF-y dad’s fault.” I can’t help the giggle that breaks free because I’ve met her dad a few times at Sweet Temptations, and DILF is an understatement. He’s big and hot in that tall-dark-and-handsome hottie kind of way. Maybe not as hot as my hockey hottie, but he’s really,reallyhot. “Oh, and don’t forget her hot-as-fuck brother is his best friend, and they got in a fight over her.” Damn, Cait has a good-looking family. I look over and smile at my best friend. I mean, I’d do her if I swung that way. She’s stunningly beautiful. But unfortunately, I’m just not into that. Shame... I could totally rock a lesbian relationship. Wait... where was I going?

I look between the girls again, a little lost and maybe a whole lot more drunk than I realized. “That about sum it up?”

Cait rubs her temples like I just gave her a migraine.

“Seriously, Caitlin. If I wrote this in a book, my readers would tell me it wasn’t believable.” Maybe I could write that next.

Where’s my notebook?

Coraline laughs... hard. “Your readers wouldn’t care as long as the sex was good.” She taps her glass to mine. “Was the sex good?”

“The sex was incredible. Just short-lived.” Cait’s shoulders slump, and she runs a cookie through the whipped cream.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Two-pump chumps ruin it for everyone.” Coraline looks completely heartbroken, and I laugh so hard, I spit wine out all over the coffee table.

“Oh my God...” I can’t stop. Once the laughter starts, it’s loud and obnoxious and basically out of control. I try to wipe up my mess but somehow manage to make it worse instead. “She said it was incredible. Would it be incredible if he had a stamina issue?”

“He didn’t have a stamina issue. There were no chumps. He had a timing issue.Literally. We were only together a few days when everything fell apart.”

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever feel that again...

The weight of a man’s body on mine.

An orgasm that isn’t self-induced.

That look I’m not sure I’ve ever even seen but I write about in every single book.

“So use him,” Coraline offers like it’s the most completely logical conclusion, and she’s not wrong.

“Nobody tells you how horny you are when you’re pregnant,” Caitlin bitches.

“They kinda do.” My laugh turns into a snort, and I hide my face. “Haven’t you ever watched TV or read a romancenovel? Everybody talks about how horny you get while you’re pregnant.”

“Yeah,” Coraline agrees. “And how good the sex is.”

I swing around to Cori. “How would you know?”

“Chill out, lightweight. I’ve never been pregnant. I just read your books and watch movies. Way too much Netflix.”

She’s nice enough not to mention just how much I bitched about it when I was pregnant with Izzy. God, I was a horny mess. Not so much with Lennox. Hating all men for the entirety of that pregnancy seemed to quell those hormones. “You live with him. You can’t get more pregnant. Just have sex with him.”

I can tell Caitlin wants to argue, but she sinks back into the couch and sighs instead.

“Do you have a picture? I need to see this man.” Coraline stares at her, her big doe eyes so similar to mine when she demands to see a picture of Callen.

Cait pulls out her phone and searches for a minute, then hands it to Coraline, who immediately jumps up from the couch. “Shut up.”

“Oh please, dear God, I promise I will never say anything bad about anyone ever again if you do not tell me that you slept with Callen Sinclair,” Caitlin pleads.

Before I can calm her fears, Coraline stops her. “Trust me. If I had slept with that man, I don’t think I’d ever let him out of bed. He looks like he knows exactly what he’s doing. Please tell me he can find a clit,” Coraline begs, and I silently wonder if Leo can find a clit.

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