Page 28 of You Kissed Me First

When Barrett called me a starfish, I was beyond embarrassed.

I know I wasn’t always the most passionate with him, but he could never find my clit. The man would half ass some foreplay, then jam his prick into the hole and pump a dozen times before collapsing in orgasm.

It’s not like I wanted to be a starfish, but there’s not much opportunity to switch things up with things even in three minutes.

The look on Dominic’s face, though. He was curious. I thought he was connecting the dots. For some reason, I didn’t want him to think of me that way. To think I can’t please him.

I had to remind myself that I don’t want to please him. This is all a charade. Even when he stuck up for me, I think it was only because it was Barrett. Would he have done the same thing if he wasn’t pretending to be my boyfriend?

Then we sat down and he admitted he thought the starfish comment meant I was into anal.

I have to admit, hearing it come from Dominic’s mouth didn’t turn me off the way it would when Barrett would beg for it. I never let him do it, but mostly because he already wasn’t pleasing me. Why make it even worse?

Yet, when Dominic brought it up, my body tingled. Something about the idea feels taboo and excites me in a way it never has before. Maybe it’s the pure sex appeal that pours off of him is like an aphrodisiac.

Needless to say, dinner was rough. He kept touching me. In between courses, he would reach for my hand, holding it until they brought the next plate of food. While we ate, he did the whole manspreading thing, making sure his leg was pressed against mine.

It was like a huge game of foreplay.

Whereas Barrett could barely get me wet shoving his fingers inside me, Dominic has me soaked from barely touching me.

So as we leave the dining room, I stop him outside the door.

“Can we use this group chat thing to message other rooms?” I asked him.

He nods. “Yeah. Why?”

“No reason. I want to ask Nessa something. I need to use the restroom.”

He gives me an odd look, but holds out my phone to me. I give him a small smile.

“Thanks.”

Once inside the bathroom, I quickly find my sister on the app, typing out a text.

Mayday. Bathroom outside the restaurant. Now.

Within a second, my phone dings.

On my way.

It only takes her a minute to pop her head in.

“What happened? Grant told me what Barrett said. I convinced a server to drop some pumpkin soup in his lap. Don’t worry, it was cold.”

I force a smile. “Who cares about Barrett? My panties are fucking soaked. I need to take them off. Please tell me you brought your purse.”

She pulls her purse from her shoulder, eyes wide. “What do you need? Wet wipe? How are you so wet anyway? Wait, did you let him finger blast you at dinner? That would be so fucking hot.”

I snap my fingers. “Focus, woman. He’s been touching me on the arm and with his leg all throughout dinner. Every little caress was like a direct button to my pussy. I have to go sit through a comedy show with him and I can almost smell myself. Please take my underwear. I beg of you.”

I start pulling them off.

“Hell no. That’s gross. Just go stick them in his pocket. Trust me, he will get the hint.”

“Hint?” I hiss. “What hint? You forget he’s not my actual boyfriend. I cannot have sex with him. It’s in the fucking rules.”

She snorts. “His rules or yours? Trust me, that man wants to devour you. I say you go out there and slip those panties in his pocket. He will want to drag you back to the room immediately, but a little delayed gratification can make everything so much sweeter. Instead, tell him if he’s good throughout the show, you’ll reward him. Trust me, he will be panting after you.”

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