Page 78 of A Chance for Us
“Hey!”
Being that she’s a half foot shorter than I am, it isn’t hard to keep it out of her reach while I read the title.A Guide to Him Giving You What You Need in Bed Without Asking.
I stare, reading it over again. “Do you . . .” I clear my throat. “Have complaints?”
I know for a fact that I am not selfish in bed. I make sure she’s satisfied before I find my release.
Maren covers her face with her hands. “Ugh! This is like the worst few weeks of my life!” She drops her hands and looks at me. “Okay, so remember that I packed for my wedding and honeymoonbeforeyou ended up as the groom. So, I didn’t get that book for you, I got it for theotherOliver. And, no, I have zero fucking complaints. Like, not even a blip of a complaint. I just didn’t bring anything else to read, and well, I bought it, so I figured . . .”
I toss it over on the table and laugh. “So, you’re reading it for fun?”
“It’s very educational.”
“And unnecessary.”
“How so? Are you going to be my lifelong sex partner?”
I shrug. “We could always do that.”
Maren huffs. “Stop it.”
“I’m saying it’s unnecessary because, if you want something—anything—you just have to ask me or tell me. Any guy who has the privilege of being with you should want to do the same thing—to give you joy and pleasure. If your ex didn’t, well, it’s a good thing you didn’t marry him.”
“Believe me, it was just one more thing I was worried about.”
“Sex was that bad?”
“It wasn’t bad,” she defends. “It just was . . . boring. From the beginning, it was strange, and if I compare it at all to us, it’s not even in the same universe.”
“What you’re saying is that I’m a sex god?”
She rolls her eyes. “With an ego the size of Texas.”
“I didn’t hear you say no.”
“Fine, you’re a sex god with impressive skills and a dick that is perfect. Happy now?”
“Yes,” I answer with a grin. “Quite.”
“Let’s go before something else mortifying happens.”
“Do you have more goodies in your bag?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Maren smirks.
Yes, I very much would.
My stomach rumbles, and she laughs. “Go get dressed and we’ll get you fed.”
“Food is good, but sex is better.”
“Food is necessary and sex is later.” She gives me a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll see you in a few.”
I get dressed and meet her downstairs. We head to the golf cart. It’s pretty cool that we can get around this little town on just that. We’re outside of the main tourist area, but Maren says there’s still a lot to do here, which works fine for me.
“Where to, wife?”
She grins. “Let’s go to the right, there’s a bar and I know the owners. They have the best drinks and appetizers anywhere.”
