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His request causes me to pause my hand, my eyes flickering up to his face. He looks content as he lies in my bed, holding me. That’s probably the post-sex bliss that comes from the two orgasms he managed to have within the last hour.

There’s so much I could say, many stories I could share, but for some reason, one night comes to mind. I’ve never told another soul about it, my friends and mom included. “About a week after Sullivan left me at the altar, I contemplated suicide.”

I feel his entire body tense for a brief moment before his fingers start drawing circles on my bare skin once more. “Go on.”

“I was at my lowest point. He tried to take back the car he had gifted me the week prior to our wedding. He was calling me, telling me how miserable I made him and how happy he was with Katrina. He overshared all the details about their affair, including a quickie in the restaurant restroom the night of our rehearsal dinner.”

“What a fucking douche.”

Smiling against his skin, I can’t help but agree. “That he was, even if I didn’t see it for so long.” I take a deep, cleansing breath. “Anyway, I was just sad and upset. My failures seemed to outweigh the positives in my life, and I just wanted it to end. Ineed to tell you, I never would have gone through with it, but the idea was there. I wanted the hurt to stop.”

I take a deep breath. “I realized I needed to talk to someone before I went too far down the dark tunnel I seemed to be stuck in. I met with an amazing woman, recommended to me by my physician, and she helped me so much. She made me realize I didn’t want my life to end, just the pain. And I learned ways to cope. We talked—a lot—and I was able to slowly put what happened behind me. I realized I didn’t need to forgive Sullivan. I needed to forgive myself. That’s when I vowed to always put myself first, always. Over time, my anger at him and Katrina lessened and even though I still want to kick him square in the balls, I don’t wish him ill.” I pause for a moment before adding, “Well, maybe that his dick rots off or something equally as gross.”

His chuckle is low and gravelly as he turns us both until I’m pinned beneath him. “I might also wish his cock were to rot off, because that’s what he deserves. And I must say, you’re pretty fucking incredible. So much stronger than I even realized.”

“I was embarrassed for so long. Not only because of being left at the altar, but for having to see a therapist. I didn’t tell anyone. Well, except my mom.”

“Mental health struggles aren’t anything to be ashamed of. We all have our faults, our weak moments. It’s what you do to pick yourself up and dust yourself off that matters.”

My smile is small, but genuine as I gaze up at his intoxicating blue eyes. I realize in this moment I’m in trouble. I could fall for this man. The cocky playboy with the disarming smile. The one who knows his way around a woman’s body better than the woman does. The guy who listens and has become someone I consider a friend, and not just with benefits.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down. It’s a hug, but thanks to our naked bodies, it turns dirty pretty quickly. Which is better anyway. Enough of the emotional stuff. Let’s get back to what Caden and I are good at.

Sex.

“You’re awfully dirty, Mr. Neumann.”

His eyebrows arch upward. “I am, aren’t I.” It’s as if he can read my mind.

“How about you see if you can find another condom in the drawer beside my bed, and I’ll go turn on the shower.”

He scrambles off me, diving into my bedside table drawer while I quickly scamper from bed and practically run to the bathroom. I know he’ll be behind me within seconds, so I quickly turn on the water and reach for one of my hair ties.

Just as I’m securing my curls over my head, he comes strolling into my bathroom, his cock already hard and ready. He’s holding something in his hand, something I assume to be a condom, but I quickly realize that’s not the case.

“Well, lookie here at what I found.” He holds up my bright pink vibrator.

“Ahh, you found Mr. Wiggles.”

A Cheshire cat grin spreads across his lips. “Mr. Wiggles?”

I nod. “He moves and wiggles, and after only about a minute, I’m usually wiggling from my orgasm.”

He looks down at the device in his hand. “After only a minute?”

“Oh yeah,” I say, stepping toward him and pointing at the device. “These little nubbies? They massage the clit while this big fella vibes me straight to orgasm.”

He takes a few seconds to inspect the vibrator before holding it out in his hand and instructing, “Show me.”

“Show you?”

“Yep. I want to see what an orgasm in less than a minute at the hands of this pink vibrator looks like.”

I grab my toy, and with my eyes locked on his, place it in my mouth. I don’t really need to get it wet that way, but I’m all about giving Caden a little extra show right now.

He groans in what sounds like pain, his cock thickening even more and starting to leak precum. I flip on the toy, setting it to a pulsating vibration. Then, I slide it down my chest, running the head of the vibrator over each nipple. I can’t help but notice his gaze is locked on Mr. Wiggles, as if he’s terrified he might miss one single nanosecond of what I do.

Lifting my leg, I rest my foot on the closed toilet lid, spreading my thighs as much as possible. I move the head of the toy between my legs, sliding it over my clit. Pleasure erupts as my nipples pebble hard, and wetness slips down my thighs. “Are you going to time this?”

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