Page 6 of His Secret Gift

“Ooh.” I put my elbows on the table and wriggle my fingers together. “Do tell.”

“Well, there’s Peter.”

“Peter. Okay.” A solid and traditional name. “What’s he like?”

“He’s gorgeous, smart, and rich.”

“Check, check, and check,” I joke.

“And oh, my god. That man is an expert in bed.”

My toes curl. “Oh, yeah?” After my ex, Simon, cheated on me, which just so happened to be right around the time when I left my job, I’d sworn off men. So, I have to live vicariously through her.

“Kayla, I thought I was going to pass out at one point, and that was just from him kissing my neck. Can you imagine what it was like—”

“No.” I rub my right shoulder. I really couldn’t. Simon was a lazy, at best, lover who seemed to focus on his own orgasm and never consider mine.

The image of him on top of me for a few sweaty seconds and then rolling off and falling asleep crosses my mind. I shake it away.

“Sorry, go on.” I want to know every dirty detail. I was so concerned about onlookers hearing us when talking about Collin and Claudia’s baby, but I could care less now.

“He does this thing with his tongue and his teeth. It’s hard to describe.”

Try.

“It’s kind of like a bite—but not. I mean, it hurts for like a millisecond, but then it’s oh, so good.”

I’m biting on my lower lip again. “Uh-huh.”

Slumping her head down a little she says, “And his dick,” she words the last word, “is out of this world.”

“Wow.” Other than my high school boyfriend who was even clumsier and inexperienced, Simon is the only man I’ve ever slept with. I don’t want to disparage him, per se, but sometimes I couldn’t even tell if he was inside of me or not.

She spins one of her curls with her finger. “And then there’s Dylan.”

“Dylan?” Like her wardrobe choices, her dating life was much wilder and more interesting than mine. With that, I look down at my plain shirt and feel behind my body to make sure it was covering me up.

“Yes, Dylan. He’s an Aussie, and he fucks just as slow as he talks.” She smiles widely. “Ah. What a ride.”

“Anyone else?” I ask in jest.

“Of course, darling.”

Holy shit.“Seriously?”

She sits back with her arm draped on the chair. “Let’s see. There’s Chester, Matthew, oh, and Ruben. Ruben is my sexy Latin lover.”

“Jeez!” It’s a wonder the woman is able to sit down without quivering in pain.

“What can I say? I like to have fun.”

“I’ll say. How do you keep them all straight?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I just do.”

Molly is definitely one of those friends I know I wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for our history together. Without that, I’m sure I would be far too boring for her.

“What about you?”

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