Page 19 of Forbidden Harmony

“It’s not a good idea,” Addison said.

“Why not?” Harper persisted. “Give me onevalid reason.”

“Because I’m terrible in bed and I will dieof shame if Preacher finds out?”

Harper shook her head. “Babe, that butterfacefuck goblin, Harrison, is not the be all and end all on what makes someone agood sex partner. You can’t just take his word for it that you’re bad in bed.Maybe he’s the one who’s bad in bed.”

“Maybe,” Addison hesitated, “but he wasright about one thing – I was often kind of stiff and awkward and most of the timeI didn’t climax and -”

“What.The.Fuck.” Harper’s face was a mixtureof disbelief and anger. “What do you mean most of the time you didn’t climax?”

Her face so hot, she half-expected it tocatch on fire, Addison said, “Forget I said anything.”

“Oh no,” Harper said. “Look, I respected yourwishes not to talk about boning when you were with Harrison because I knew hedidn’t like you talking about it, but, girl, that ship has sailed. Spill it.”

“There really isn’t much to say about it.It takes me a long time to orgasm, and sometimes Harrison got tired of how longI was taking so I told him to just finish up and not worry about it.”

“That tone deaf turd pirate is lucky I’m notthere right now.” Harper’s face had disgust written across it.

“Oh my God, Harper, it isn’t that big of adeal. I told him to do it. It doesn’t matter all that much. Some women don’tclimax every time they have sex.”

“They fucking should be and if they’re not,their man is doing something wrong. How long does it take you to come when youmasturbate?”

Now she was positive her cheeks wereactually on fire. “Harper!”

“How long, pinky-pie?”

“Well, it depends…”

A wicked grin crossed Harper’s face. “Whenit’s Preacher with his amazingly hard tattooed body and that sexy deep voice inyour fantasy, how long does it take?”

“Not that long,” Addison admitted.

Harper grinned triumphantly. “Ladies andgentlemen of the jury, the council rests.”

“Your case can be torn apart easily,” Addisonsaid. “All women come faster when they’re masturbating. We know exactly what welike, right?”

“You might have me on that,” Harper said. “Still,it’s an outrage that Harrison didn’t make you come every time you had sex, andI really think you should hop on some Preacher dick and feel the magic.”

Addison laughed. “Preacher’s dick isn’tmagical.”

“It might be,” Harper said. “Only one wayto find out.” She suddenly slid off the bed. “Oh shit, girl, I gotta go. Isaid I’d meet Francisco at six at Donatello’s.”

“Wait, who’s Francisco?”

Harper grinned at her. “He’s a fun guy andattached to the totally casual, totally magical dick I’m riding. Later, sexy.”

Harper made a kissy sound and ended the call.Addison sat back in her chair, staring at her unopened juice. She was feeling sorryfor herself and more than a little lonely. After a moment, she jumped up andgrabbed her purse from the side table in the hallway.

The weather was a little cooler today. Shewould walk to the Walgreens downtown and pick up some more facial wash. Maybestop at the bakery and pick up a little treat to eat while she watched Netflix later.

Okay, great plan, but maybe you shouldchange first and do something with your hair.

She glanced at her reflection in the hallwaymirror. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she was wearing a t-shirt and jeansand no makeup.

She did kind of look like shit, but sherealized with a weary sort of resignation that she just didn’t care tonight. Sheshoved her phone into her purse, slipped into her sneakers, and walked out thedoor.

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