Page 100 of Broken Dreams
I head into the bathroom, doing exactly that, and stop when I see my face in the mirror. I don’t look any different, and yet, something feels changed.
I climb back into bed, pulling her to me. Addison’s hand is on my chest with her chin atop it. Her soulful eyes gazing at mine. “I want you to know that this was really incredible, and I have zero expectations going forward.”
“Zero?” I ask dubiously. “Not even the three orgasms I just promised?”
While I know women are completely capable of having a friends-with-benefits relationship, Addy doesn’t seem like one of them. She wants to get re-married and have more kids, which I absolutely do not want. At least not anytime soon.
She shakes her head minutely. “I mean, I’d like you to make good on that orgasm thing.”
“That, I can promise.”
“What happened between us was...amazing, and while sex complicates things often, it doesn’t have to with us.”
“So you’re using me for my body? Not that I’m complaining if you are.”
“More likecertainparts of your body.”
“Which ones?” I ask.
“Well, your mouth for one. You’re very talented with that.”
I’ll take that compliment. “You share the same talent, dove. However, I’d like to know what other parts you’re using me for.”
Addison looks over to the left, pursing her lips. “Hmm, I think your hands were good.”
“Think?” I toss back.
“Okay, fine, they worked wonderfully.”
I pull her up, so her face is right at mine. “What else did you like?”
“Can’t say there is anything else.”
I grin, loving this playful banter, and then rub my nose against hers. “No?”
“Did you have something in mind?”
“Want me to name what I liked on you, and we’ll see if it jogs your memory?”
She giggles and the sound causes that body part to stir again. Shit, I’m going to become addicted to her and that’s going to be an issue.
“I remember now,” Addison says with a smile.
“Do tell...”
“Your feet.”
“My feet? Think higher, dove.”
Her lips part and she sucks in a short breath, as though it just dawned on her. “Ohhhh, that part. You want me to say it?”
“I do.”
I want to hear that word fall from her lips. “Your dick.”
“Not the right word,” I say as though I’m disappointed.
“I can’t say it.”
