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My eyes pop with curiosity and dirty hope. “First one?”

She taps her chin, like she’s deep in thought. “Never have I ever been fucked hard twice in one night.”

And I’ll be thanking Trevyn for giving her more than one condom, because I rip that wrapper open so fast and put her on her hands and knees.

25

A SEX SCHEDULE

Sabrina

I’m counting down the days until the next time. Counting and researching. Watching videos, readingverynaughty books, and jotting down ideas for our Five Sessions of Sex School.

And who better to brainstorm with than my girlfriends?

With Tyler at the arena for a workout and the kids at school, I head to Moon Over Milkshakes, the retro-themed diner my friends love. The beachy music plays at a reasonable volume now, which is a nice change—it used to bewaytoo loud.

I spot my crew right away, wave, and slide into the booth with a bump of my hip against Isla’s. I’m just in that kind of mood.

It’s been a week since Tyler turned my legs to jelly, and I amreadyand waiting for the next round.

“You might be wondering why I called this meeting, ladies,” I say, addressing the assembled crew—Isla, Leighton,Skylar, and Maeve. Everly and Josie couldn’t slip away from work.

Maeve arches a brow. “Well, considering your text told us to bring ourdirtiestideas, I had a clue.”

“Fine, fine. I wanted to be dramatic,” I say, grabbing the menus and doling them out. “Now, hurry. Order. We need food, and then I need ideas for naughty, dirty,filthy, toe-curling sex.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Leighton says, smirking.

Once we order, I nod toward her. “And thanks again for asking them to turn the music down. It’s so much nicer here now.”

“I agree,” Isla says.

Leighton just smiles, then taps the table. “Have you considered hand necklaces?”

I blink. “Do Iwantthat?”

“Ihighlyrecommend it.”

“Noted.” I type it into my phone, then turn to Isla for her input but she snatches my phone.

“What was that for?”

“For doubting me,” she says, holding my phone hostage behind her back as she dips her other hand into her purse.

“What are you talking about?”

She whips out her hand theatrically, clutching a red hardcover journal with foiled gold letters on the front—My Tiny Sex Diary.

A laugh bursts from me. “Shut up.”

“No, you shut up. How dare you take notes on your phone when you’re with me?” she says, giving me the hardest of hard times.

I dip my face obsequiously. “Forgive me, notebook queen.”

“Seriously, what were you thinking?” Leighton teases.

“Evidently I wasn’t,” I say.

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