Page 70 of Beautiful Broken Love

The waiter returned with our drinks, we placed our entrée orders, and Deke cleared his throat after taking a sip of his mimosa. With his back resting against the chair, he studied me with a smile.

“You’re staring,” I informed him.

“I can’t help it when there’s such a nice view in front of me.”

I pursed my lips after taking a sip of my drink. This guy. May as well have called himself Prince Charming. “So ... there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

At that, he sat forward and folded his long arms on the tabletop. “I’m listening.”

“The . . .thingthat happened on the rooftop . . .”

He fought a smile. “Go on.”

“I didn’t realize how badly I needed it.”

One of his brows inclined. “When was the last time you had it?”

“I don’t know. Months ago.”Over a year, actually.I took another nervous sip of mimosa.

I dared a glance at him, and he seemed to be mulling my statement over. “I’ll be more than happy to fuck you if that’s what you need, D.”

I nearly spit out my drink, and a laugh burst out of him. “How blunt of you,” I said after swallowing the drink down.

“Just ask for what you want. I won’t judge, and Idefinitelywon’t tell.”

“I never said that was what I wanted,” I claimed, but my voice was much too soft for evenmyselfto believe those words.

“You said last night that you liked me, right?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“And you enjoyed how I ate your pussy in that cabana?”

“Deke,” I whispered, looking around like there were other people in the room who could hear us. There weren’t any, but still.

“What? I’m just asking. I mean, I enjoyed feasting on you, and I like you, too, so let’s be straight up about it. Whenever you need it again, we’ll fuck. I satisfy you, you satisfy me, and we’ll go on with our lives until the next time you need it. We’ll keep it as simple as that.”

That was tempting. “And you wouldn’t want more?” I challenged.

He leaned in closer. “As long as I get the chance to bury my dick inside you, that’s more than enough for me.”

My face was on fire now. I’dneverbeen talked to that way. I couldn’t say I didn’t love it. There was something illicit about his words. Every single one of them went straight to the warm area between my legs.

Lew was always so polite about sex. On rare occasions (likely when he’d been drinking) he’d be a little naughtier, and I loved when he took charge.

Nope. Stop comparing them.

“So we’ll be fuck-buddies?”

He gave me a nod. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is what I want. Just sex.”

He looked from my eyes to my lips. When he found my eyes again, he said, “All right then.”

“Okay,” I breathed, relaxing a bit. “Good.”

“So let’s start right now. They’ve got restrooms around the corner we can use,” Deke said, cocking his head to the left. I fumbled over my words, which made him belt out a belly-deep laugh. “I’m just messing with you, D. Relax.” He picked up his glass and took a swig, while Itossed out a nervous laugh. “We’ll start when you’re ready. Just say the word, D-Baby.”

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