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I shrugged. ‘You started us on this path in my apartment. I’m taking my cue from you. So...let’s have it. Something you’ve been secretly dying to try. Something you never did withhim.’

Her breath shuddered out. I wanted to lean in, rob her of the next one. ‘I thought we weren’t going to talk about him?’

‘We’re not. We’re talking about you. Your wants. Your needs. Your dirty littleexclusivesecret.’

Her gaze dropped to the tablecloth and she fidgeted some more. After drawing meaningless patterns on the heavy damask, she glanced around, cleared her throat. Still she hesitated.

I drummed my fingers on the table, impatience devouring me.

‘Fine. I’ve never tried the...back door.’

I stopped myself from barking out a laugh. ‘The back door?’

She glared at me. ‘You know...anal sex,’ she whispered. ‘I’ve... I’ve always wondered what it’d feel like.’ She stopped. Blushed.

My already hard dick turned to stone and my vision blurred for a moment. I swallowed the lump of screaming lust in my throat.

‘That’s very good to know. So now we come to the dare part.’

‘Do we have to do this right now?’

‘Oh, yes. Twice now you’ve pushed me to the brink, rosebud. It’s only fair that you let me play, don’t you agree?’

‘I guess...’

I leaned forward until our faces were inches apart. Until I saw the deep desire emblazoned on her face, knew that she was right there on that delicious, decadent precipice with me. Then I went for the kill.

‘In that case, I dare you, petal, to let me fuck you in the arse, let me show you exactly what you’ve been missing.’

CHAPTER FOUR

Savvie

THESTARKHUNGERon his face was like a live wire attached to every erogenous zone on my body. I couldn’t look away. Couldn’t stop my feverish trembling. Couldn’t do anything but snatch inadequate breaths as my imagination went into full 3D CGI mode.

Bryce wanted to give me that one fantasy I’d never been bold enough to voice to anyone, not even my now ex-husband. Maybe him especially, because deep down I knew he’d ruin the experience.

Three thoughts freewheeled through my mind as another raw shiver flashed through my body.

The first was that we’d jumped a few steps in thisfriendship and sexjourney I’d prayed would get us back on, if not the friendship we once had, then at least an even keel. Which was somewhat already skewed considering we hadn’t kissed and yet he’d given me two screaming orgasms with his mouth.

The second was that he was yanking my chain, paying me back for being the unfortunate messenger to deliver the message from his sister.

The third was all about screamingyesto his dirty proposition whether he even meant it or not. The subject of anal sex hadn’t crossed my mind even once in that final year of marriage to Dan. But one half-hour of cunnilingus with Bryce and I was dreaming of the multiple ways he could pleasure me. And yes, at some point during the restless afternoon and night that had ensued after leaving his apartment ten days ago, my mind had swung to that part of my anatomy, my wicked curiosity awakened.

I sipped my wine, gauging his face for signs that he was messing with me. All I saw was a hard reflection of the arousal pounding through me.

This was what I wanted, wasn’t it? What I’d hoped for when I’d called persistently all day today. Another chance to explore this thing between Bryce and me? To find a different kind of common ground since platonic friendship was no longer on the table?

Bryce understood sex.

Hell, he was a master of the carnal if all the girls I’d been forced to listen to during our time at school and then at uni were to be believed. Every single one of them had lauded his superior talents between the sheets. At first, I’d rolled my eyes, certain they were exaggerating. But then my own hormones had joined the party and I’d learned the hard way that even a mere brush of Bryce’s fingers over my arm, or my cheek, or my hip, could make my nipples hard for hours. That one throwaway comment in his deep voice or a smouldering look from brooding hazel eyes could leave my panties damp.

Well, here was my chance. Still, I hesitated. Licked a drop of wine from my lips.

He lounged back a little, sleek muscles rippling under his shirt. ‘Cat got your tongue, rosebud?’

Rosebud.

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