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I was overthinking it. That was the problem. That was always the problem. But it was hard not to. I wanted to do it, and it was like the more I wanted it, the less likely it was to happen. Talk about a vicious cycle.

So, with every thrust, I tried my hardest to change my mindset.

I wasn’t broken.

It wasn’t me.

I could orgasm.

Iwouldorgasm.

And I wanted to come for Dom. For me.

He shifted, moving one of his hands to my clit as his thumb gently rubbed, first in slow, torturous circular motions before quickening the pace. Then he pressed his thumb there, and that should have done something. It should have sent me over the edge. I should have been in clouds of euphoria right now. But nope. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. All right, you got the notion.

Absolutely nothing came of it.

I watched his body go rigid, his eyes grow darker as a lust-filled haze covered his pupils, and then he continued thrusting until he rode out the last of his high.

Our bodies were covered in sweat, and he was out of breath as he pulled out of me, gave me a peck on the lips, and rolled over beside me.

I laid on my back, my hands sprawled out beside me as I stared up at the ceiling. “So,” I started, hoping he was going to ignore the elephant in the room.

“You didn’t come,” he blurted out in between pants, blowing my thought to smithereens. “Was it not good for you?”

“What?” I yelled, practically shrieking. I shook my head and placed a hand on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart. “No! It was great. Might have actually been the best sex I’ve had,” I admitted, without giving it further thought.

The corner of his lips turned upward. “The best, you say?”

I pointed a finger at him and chuckled. “Hey, don’t get all cocky now.”

“So why didn’t you orgasm?”

I shrugged. “I’m broken.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“It’s true. I’ve never orgasmed.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

He whistled. “That doesn’t seem fair. No one you’ve been with has tried?”

“They have. It just doesn’t work. It’s fine. I don’t need to orgasm.”

“Maria, everyone needs to orgasm.”

I shifted on the bed, pulling my dress down and slipping from the bed in search of my panties. “Dom, please let this go.”Hi, yes, world’s most awkward conversation, meet Maria. Maria, meet the world’s most awkward conversation.It might have been less so if he wasn’t my best friend.

“If we didn’t have to get back out there, I’d accept this as a challenge, and we wouldn’t leave this room until I gave my friend a mind-blowing orgasm. Call it an early birthday gift.”That’s some birthday gift.

“Too bad we don’t have that kind of time,” I replied, sticking my tongue in my cheek as my mind ran away from me with ideas. None of which seemed any good.

“And this was a one-time thing,” he added, almost as if waiting for me to correct him.

Could he read my mind? That was sort of what I was thinking not even a second ago. I just didn’t want to say anything. Maybe I should—say something, that was. Hmm. . . let me think about it.

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