Page 124 of How to Lose at Love

No matter how sex positive and body positive and feminist she is, she doesn’t want to know I’ve just had my brains fucked out most of the night by a guy who looks like one of the Hemsworth brothers and only calls me back when he needs a favor.

Yeah,no.

I hit DECLINE and send her a text:I’ll call you back after my shower.

Shower?

I’ll absolutely be needing one of those.

Babe.

Baby.

By the third time we screwed, I’d lost count of the times Dallas had called me babe or baby, the endearments slipping off his tongue like my name does, sugary sweet.

A girl could get used to a guy like Dallas calling her baby, especially when he’s buried inside her.

Oh my God, his dick.

His magical, glorious dick.

My eyes roam to his middle section, the part I can’t see because my white sheets are wrapped around his waist, but I don’t have to see it to know what’s hiding there—the most mouthwatering cock on the planet.

This coming from a girl who’s never purposely sought out to deep-throat one. His body has turned me into a wanton, lusty sex kitten.

Rawr.

Suddenly, the crisp white sheet concealing his penis begins to rise, tenting over his dick region, and I lift my eyes to his face.

He’s watching me, a slow smile forming on his lips.

“Want to join the party?”

I shake my head with a quiet laugh. “No—I’m sore.” I can’t take any more, as much as I want to have him inside me. As much as I like the sight of his dick.

“Then I should probably go take a piss and jump in the shower.” He yawns, untangling himself, then tossing the sheets back. “If that’s cool.”

I nod. “It’s cool.”

When he rises, I can’t keep my gaze off the backside of him.

Like a Greek statue, every muscle in his body flexes when he moves, powerful and firm. I rethink not wanting to have sex, tempted to call him back to the bed but not wanting to sound needy.

But will I get another chance at a night with him?

Proposing we renegotiate our original agreement into a friends with benefits situation would give me anxiety. If he turned me down, I would die of embarrassment…

So I watch him go.

Call Mom back when he’s in the shower, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, wrapping my hair into a messy bun at the top of my head.

“Hey, Mom.” I yawn. “You’re up early.”

“So are you.” She sniffs. “Busy night?”

Why is she asking it in that tone? “Yeah, it was busy. Yesterday Winnie and I went to the football game with a few friends.”

“I see that you went to the game. When were you going to tell your father and me you’re seeing someone? We had to hear about it from Grandma and Grandpa. Your grandmother is beside herself. Everyone in their retirement community has been stopping over.”

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