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Ella looks at me in slight concern. “Did you think aboutyou-know-whoat all?”

“Not once,” I grin. “I didn’t think of himonce,guys. It was just Lane and me, and it was so fucking perfect.”

“I hope you realize we want all the sordid details now,” Lucia smirks.

I chuckle. “He was so sweet Sunday night. Since it was my first time, he made sure it was something I’d remember happily. It was just tender and loving and… perfect.”

“Lane is just so perfect for you,” Lo smiles. “I’m so happy you two found each other.”

“So am I. I didn’t think I’d ever find a man I’d trust enough to be intimate with at all. But I trust Lane with everything in me. He’s absolutely amazing, and I’m so fucking in love with him.”

“God, this is so cute!” Ella yells. “Have you slept together again?”

“Oh yes,” I laugh. “Multiple more times.”

“So how is he?” Lucia prods. “Is he good in bed?”

“I don’t have a comparison, but I’d say he’s really good. God, he knows what he’s doing. Whether that be sweet and loving or dirty and rough.”

“Rough, huh?” Rory teases, cocking her eyebrow.

I immediately heat all over. “Mhmm. He, uh… likes to be rough with me. And he has a filthy mouth.”

“So, in what way is he rough?” Harlow questions.

“Um… like bending me over and pulling my hair while he pushes me down on the kitchen counter.”

Or having me wrap my legs around his waist as he pins me against the shower wall.

Or testing my flexibility as he spreads my legs as far as he can as he fucks me relentlessly.

Or having me grab the headboard as he clamps a hand over my mouth to keep me from waking up Sage.

Very rough. Very fun.

“I can’t believe Lane is rough in bed,” Rory says in disbelief. “He always seemed too nice.”

“Oh, he’s still very nice,” I state, “with a very dirty mouth. Apparently, I’m a brat, and I didn’t know that’s something I would like.”

“Oh my God, I love seeing you so unfiltered,” Ella laughs.

“You should bite him,” Lucia says emphatically.

I choke on my wine. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Bite him,” she says again. “He likes it rough. Make it rough. Bite him.”

“He’s told me before not to bite him. Said he’s quite fond of that appendage.”

Lucia laughs loudly. “Don’t bite his dick, Liv. Bite his chest or something. Something tells me that man would proudly wear a mark you left on him.”

“Oh… I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Or stick a finger up his ass,” she shrugs. “Matt never let me do that.”

“Lucia, oh my God,” I laugh. “You’re insane.”

“I prefer the term ‘sex-positive,’” she smiles.

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