Page 63 of The Fake Date Agreement

My face must be bright red with how hot I feel. “You know.”

“Have pleasure?”

“That isn’t what I mean.”

He studies me for two beats. “Let yourself go. Is that what you mean?”

I bite the inside of my cheek.

Sex between Marc and me was almost always initiated by him. I enjoyed it, but it wasn’t something I felt like I always had to have. It was just a part of a normal, healthy relationship.I mean, that’s what my magazines say, and I had no reason to think otherwise, but there were times I did want something more.

“It’s just a tool. That’s all. There’s nothing to feel ashamed about for wanting more.”

I lift my chin. “What makes you think I want more?”

“You looked.”

Everything in his room is perfectly in place. Nothing is out of place.

Everything except a bedside drawer partially left open, and him suddenly walking out of his room, leaving me alone.

“You left it open on purpose. You wanted to see what I would do.”

“I wasn’t expecting the call, but I can’t say I wasn’t curious what you would do if I left that drawer partially open.” He walks over to the bed and sits down, patting the space beside him. “Sit. I want to show you something.”

Instantly, my eyes go between his thighs.

A dimple forms on his cheek. “Not that. At least, not yet.”

Not yet?

As drawn by curiosity as I am by the smile in his eyes, I drift over and sit next to him.

He pulls something out of the drawer.

A small oval object. It’s hot pink and big enough for me to wrap my hand around. I thought it was plastic, but the coating looks like silicone and a thin black cord dangles from the end. “Do you know what this is?”

I shake my head. But that’s a lie. I know what it is because I went onto a website to buy a vibrator years ago and saw something similar.

The fact it comes with a matching hot pink remote control that Javier pulls out from the same drawer is what made me question what it was.

“A vibrating egg. I can control it with a remote,” he says.

“Why would it come with a control?”

He takes my hand and places the egg in the center, curling my fingers around the cool, silicone object. “So I can drive you crazy when I can’t be with you.”

“Uh…”

“Do you know why I have it?”

Eyes big, I shake my head.

“Because I like to ensure sex with my partners is fun. This is part of that. Sometimes it’s fun to experiment.”

“So, you’ve, uh, used it before?”

“I have.” He doesn’t look the least bit embarrassed by it. I didn’t know someone could be so casual and relaxed about sex. I swear I haven’t stopped blushing since the lingerie store.

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