Page 71 of Forbidden Harmony

You know what good sex is like now?

She scowled and set her knitting on the bedbeside her. Okay, so maybe sex with Preacher was a little –a thousand times– better than it’d been with Harrison, but that still didn’t completely explainher sudden voracious sex drive. Did it? Did good sex really make a girl’s sexdrive change that drastically?

Maybe you always had a high sex driveand just didn’t know it because sex with Harrison was so blah.

She leaned against the headboard. She wasn’tbeing fair. Sex with Harrison was so blah because of her.

Don’t be that naïve, girl. It takes twopeople to make good sex happen. Stop blaming yourself entirely for the terriblesex with Harrison. Preacher can make you come in, like, four minutes. Harrisoncould never do that. Hell, he wouldn’t even consider the idea of eating yourpussy. Ten years together and he didn’t put his tongue on your pussy once.That’s selfish and rude.

She swallowed hard. The memory of being inPreacher’s shop, of how he looked with his head between her thighs, of how itfeltwhen his tongue and lips were on her clit, was flooding through her.

She shifted restlessly. God, if she’d thoughtshe was horny before…

For a moment, she wished she was brave likeHarper and could just text Preacher about a booty call. She stared at herphone, knowing she was being ridiculous. She would never have the guts to callany guy, let alone someone as hot as Preacher, to ask about a booty call.Besides, she didn’t have Preacher’s number anyway, so even if she was brave enoughto text, she couldn’t.

You could call Gideon, get Preacher’snumber from him.

Oh yeah, that would go over really well. Whatif Gideon asked why she wanted Preacher’s number? What would she tell him?Even if she thought of a plausible excuse, if Gideon told Preacher that she gothis number from him, it might piss Preacher off enough to stop having sex with her.

The thought of not having sex with Preacherever again was disturbingly upsetting.

She shifted on the bed again. Her thoughtsmight be confused and in turmoil, but her body wasn’t. It was looking forrelief.

She leaned over and opened the bedsidedrawer, staring with a little trepidation at what was inside it. The silkscarves, the massage oil, and the wand vibrator from her planned night of seducingHarrison that had ended so horribly.

She pushed aside the wand vibrator and staredat the object tucked below it. This one she had purchased when she’d discoveredHarrison cheating on her, and she had fled to New York to stay with Harper fora while.

She’d been a little drunk on wine andHarper had been a little high on weed, and before Addison knew it, they were walkinginto one of the many –many– sex shops in Harper’s neighbourhood to pickout a vibrator.

“Those wand vibrators are fantastic forclitoral stimulation,” Harper said as they perused the wall of dildos andvibrators, “but when you’re craving the D, you need a dildo – the bigger thebetter.”

Mortified by how loud her best friend wasbeing, Addison had shushed her and then hurriedly picked out something. Shecouldn’t quite bring herself to purchase one of the flesh coloured, horrificallylarge and weirdly realistic dildos that Harper was urging her to buy, butHarper wouldn’t let her buy the comfortingly smaller sized vibrator she was eyeingeither.

“It’s too small,” Harper said.

“It isn’t,” Addison said. “It’s a goodsize.”

“Girl, how teeny was Harrison’s wiener, ifyou think that’s a good size?” Harper said with a mock look of horror. “Seriously.How many inches was he?”

“I never measured,” Addison said.

“Was it smaller than this?” Harper held upthe vibrator Addie had been eyeing.

“No, he was bigger.” She’d picked thesmaller one in hopes that maybe it wouldn’t hurt at first like it did withHarrison.

“This big?” Harper held up the next size vibrator.

“Um, a little smaller than that.” Her facewas bright red and she really wished Harper would talk a little quieter.

“Oh my God. So, it was only slightlylarger than this?” Harper pointed to the smaller vibrator.

“Yes. But that seems like a pretty goodsize to me.”

“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Harper said. “Youpoor thing.”

Addison rolled her eyes. “Size isn’t everything,Harper.”

“Says the girl whose cheating cunt of anex-fiancé had a dick the size of a pencil,” Harper said.

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