Page 112 of It's Complicated

I came in less than five minutes, my orgasm so strong my legs gave out and I slid down the wall and right onto the floor the second Jamie finished swallowing.

When I tried to grab him to reciprocate, he’d given me a sheepish grin and waved at the wet spot in his sweats.

“I didn’t tell you, but I was wearing my plug.”

I lifted my head and gaped at him. “You were?”

He nodded, his cheeks going ruddy. “I read something online that said it would feel good if I wore it around the house and didmundane stuff. I figured you’d be gone for a few hours, so I put it in and caught up on some chores.”

I snickered. “And how did that work out for you?”

“Let’s just say it was very confusing to be rock hard and fucking the air to move the damn plug inside me while I was doing the dishes. Then you came home before I finished because it took me a fucking hour to wash a half dozen plates and bowls because I kept having to stop so I didn’t come.”

I rolled my lips inward to stop my laughter but ended up letting out a ridiculous snort instead.

I knew exactly how he felt, and the mental image of him was damn funny.

“Yuk it up, chuckles.” Jamie pinched my ass. “It’s not like you were complaining when you came home.”

“And I’m not complaining now.” I pecked a soft kiss against his smiling lips. “That was fucking hot.”

“It was.” He scraped his teeth over his lower lip. “I came without touching myself.”

I groaned, my dick perking up and going half-hard. “You did?”

He nodded, his smile falling. “I didn’t like hiding so much from you the past few months.”

I shifted so I was on top of him, my hips between his spread legs, and our bodies pressed together.

He looked up at me, his blue eyes full of regret.

I ran my fingers through his soft hair.

“I was trying to be so careful I didn’t spook you or push for more than you were willing to give.” He sighed and lifted his head as I bent to kiss his throat. “It felt like I was constantly lying to you. I hated it.”

“You didn’t lie to me.” I kissed his throat again. “Keeping things to yourself isn’t the same as lying.”

He sighed again and wrapped his strong arms around me. “Maybe not about that, but I lied about other stuff. I told you I didn’t remember the threesome, but I did. I told you I was drunk, and I wasn’t.”

“I lied about that too,” I reminded him gently.

“Did you want to have it?” he asked.

“Not really, but yes,” I said honestly.

Even after all this time, we hadn’t really talked about it other than to acknowledge that it happened and we didn’t regret it.

“Yeah, same.” He smiled, but his eyes were sad.

I didn’t like that and bent to press a soft kiss against his lips. “I was jealous as hell that night.”

“You were?”

I nodded. “So fucking jealous. I didn’t understand it at the time. I just thought I was in a bad mood, but a bad mood didn’t explain why I wanted to put my fist through the wall when April showed up. Or why I was trying to cockblock you when she didn’t leave with everyone else.”

“You were trying to cockblock me?” The corner of Jamie’s mouth lifted in a crooked smile. “I was trying to cockblock you.”

“Me?”

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