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“You don’t need to come.” My voice is low, and my heart pounds harder as our eyes lock. “You can just enjoy it. This is for you.”

“Sure.” She nods. “Great.”

“You can change your mind at any time. And we’ll always be friends, no matter what.”

Reassured, she nods. I settle beside her on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and prop the phone up between us against a pillow.

“Ready?”

She nods, and I hit play.

CHAPTER 40

DARCY

On screen,she lies on the mattress while he buries his golden-blond head between her legs, dragging his tongue over her again and again. Her hand twines in his hair, her wedding ring sparkling in the late-afternoon waning sunlight.

“Don’t stop,” she breathes as she tugs his hair. He lets out a low, pained groan, back muscles tensing, and heat swirls low in my abdomen. She arches, and when his hand snakes up to her breast, toying with a pinched nipple, I feel the aroused tug in my own body.

I spare a glance at Hayden lying beside me, watching. They look like us. It’s not just the color of the guy’s hair or that he’s basically a slab of chiseled muscle like Hayden, or that she’s probably the same dress size as me and has hair a shade similar to mine before I dyed it.

It’s that he touches her with comfortable ease, possessive but loving. It reminds me of how Hayden kissed me at the cast party, like I was his and he would take better care of me than anyone.

Hayden watches the video with focus, hands folded over his flat stomach. His breathing is uneven, but he doesn’t movea muscle.

She gasps again on screen, and even as my intimate muscles clench and moisture pools between my legs, I feel a twist of envy. I want that, and I want Hayden to be the one to do it.

I know how to use the toy. The video I watched—the one that played loudly at the bar—was crystal clear. It’s that I’m worried I’ll think about Hayden the entire time I use it. Using it feels like a step forward into something very, very risky and messy.

Near the end of the video, instead of coming, she pulls at his arm, and he climbs up to hover over her, kissing her sweetly, softly, so lovingly. It’s so tender and affectionate that my heart aches.Thisis the kind of porn Hayden’s into? I thought it would be something fast, hot, and frantic.

The video ends and neither of us moves. Heat pulses through me, gathering between my legs.

“Hayden?” I breathe, unable to pull my gaze from the screen but extremely aware of the man lying on the bed beside me.

“Yeah?” His voice is hoarse.

“I think I’m good.” I wet my lips. “I’m turned on now.”

He nods quickly, taking a deep breath. “Good. Yeah. Okay.”

We look at each other, tension in the air, and I can barely stop myself from climbing on top of him.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asks in a low voice, studying me with heavy-lidded eyes.

I shake my head. His gaze darkens.

“Doyouwant to leave?” I ask quietly.

Holding my gaze, he shakes his head. “Nope.”

My pulse stumbles at the intensity in his eyes, and I wonder if, maybe,maybe, he wants this as much as I do. From the impressive erection straining against the front of his pants, I know he’s turned on.

It’s just our bodies, I tell myself. Of course we’re turned on after watching porn. We can still be best friends after. I won’t lose my head over him.

He stands and walks to my desk, and my heart pounds as he unboxes the toy with his back to me, muscles jumping under his t-shirt. He brings it back to the bed, and the mattress dips when he kneels on it. The pink toy in his hand is curved like a U.

“This part”—he points at one side—“sucks on your clit, and this part”—he points to the other end—“vibrates against your G-spot.” His throat works. “And you can adjust the settings with these buttons.”

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