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ROSIE

My friends told me I need to stop working so hard. That I need to get laid and have more fun in my life. And they’re right. I’ve devoted every moment to my career, which I love, and let everything else slide, namely relationships. Not that I’ve had a great run in relationships—every single man I’ve dated has turned out to be a cheater, a liar, or both. It’s not in my nature to have one-night stands. I like the security of a relationship.Security?When they end up letting you down or you spend the entire relationship walking on eggshells because their egos are fragile. Ugh. It sucks that I have my parents’ perfect marriage in my mind when I date. They were childhood sweethearts and after all these years, they still love each other fiercely. Ava says, “Sex is just sex.It should be fun, hot, and passionate.”

If I’m being honest, I don’t know if I’ve ever experienced that before. Is what I had with my exes any of those things? No. I chose who I thought was safe,I was wrong.

I knew the moment I saw that dark-haired Adonis walk into the party with the swagger of an arrogant playboy, he was going to be the one to cure me. Fast forward a couple of hours andthat’s how I’ve ended up bent over a stone table getting railed by said Adonis. Don’t ask me how I got here. I know there were tequila shots shared around, and then he opened his mouth and out came a French accent, and let’s be serious, there was nothing else that needed to be said. To be fair, I had some competition in the way of Silicon Valley twins, but Au Natural won out probably because I was able to hold a conversation. Who needs conversation now? Not me, not when his fingers are gripping my hips and my skirt is pushed up around my middle as he thrusts into me.Honestly, I can’t believe this is happening.

“Oui, je vais te baiser.” (Yes, I’m going to fuck you)He grunts.

He is saying things in French to me. I’m hoping they are dirty, but it could be his shopping list for all I know. However, it sounds sexy, and that is all my lady-bits care about as he growls whatever it is he is saying and continues to rail me like an animal. Thinking back, I don’t think any man has taken me so wildly like he is behind some bushes, in the middle of a party. Anyone could find us, but they would have to walk past the lake, turn right, head toward the tennis courts, and then we would be visible. But I don’t care in this moment, all I can think about is how this man is making my entire body quake as it tries to find its release.Who knew one-night stands could feel so good?Not me. I think I’ve been missing out or I’ve been hooking up with the wrong kind of men. There are worse ways to spend an evening and it is usually me curled up, party of one, with a bottle of wine, packet of crisps, and house makeover shows, not having earth-shattering orgasms one after the other.

“Well, thanks for that,” I say, tiding myself up. He stares at me with his brows pulled together as he tucks that gorgeous dick back into his pants. Now that the tequila fog has lifted, and the cold, harsh ray of moonlight is upon me, the confident Rosie thatpicked up this man has vanished, and nowit’s just me. I turn on my heel and start to walk away.

“Wait a minute,” he says, calling after me and catching up to where I’m walking. I thought that was the point of these encounters, you do the deed and continue into the night. “You’re going to just walk away?” he asks.

I stop and look up at him. “Did I do something wrong? You’re my first one-night stand and I … I don’t know how these things go.”

The gorgeous man’s mouth turns up in a wide smile. “I’m your first one-night stand?”

My cheeks suddenly bloom pink at hearing his question. “Yes.”

“You are something,” he says, reaching out and cupping my face. What does he mean? “If I’d known that, I would have given you all my tricks.” He grins.

“You mean that wasn’t all of them?” The question is out of my mouth before I have a chance to realize it wasn’t inside my head.

He laughs gently. “I have so many more tricks.” I raise my brow, the way he states that confidently has my body tingling. “And I was hoping you would allow me to use them on you.”

Oh.

“Come home with me,” he asks. My heart thunders in my chest, I wasn’t expecting that.

“I thought this was like a one-and-done kind of deal.”

“You can walk away from me in the morning if you want, but I want to see how much you let go in my bed,” he whispers to me.

Oh.

I swallow hard because that is quite the declaration there.

“Why are you even thinking twice about this, Rosie? Go, have fun with this man, and keep having the best sex of your life.”Ava’s voice echoes in my mind.

I bite my bottom lip and contemplate his request. He could be a serial killer. All my crime documentaries say not to let them take you to a second location.

“I’ve got to go.” Like a coward, I turn on my heel and run.

“I can’t believeyou did it.” Georgia squeals at our Monday night catch-up dinner. I leave out the bit where I ran because I know what they will say.

“Me either.” I chuckle.

“I’m so proud,” Ava says, holding up her glass of champagne toward me.

“Maybe I picked a good one. It was the best sex of my life. The things I let that man do to me behind a bush.” I giggle.

“Look at you, you’re still glowing.” Ava smirks.

“I’m so jealous, I need to find someone that makes me blush days after.” Georgia moans.

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