Page 210 of The Baby Bargain
"Do you?"
"No."
He rests his hand on my cheek. "You've never used one?"
"Never."
"Never wanted to?"
"My hand is effective. Why mess with nature?"
He chuckles. "How do you know it's the best unless you've tried something else?"
That's very logical. I really can't argue the logic. "But, uh, it's just… not as tactile."
His chuckle deepens. "True. But hands get tired. Machines don't."
"So you…" My gaze shifts to his hand. The one that's reaching for the shelf. For a toy in a bright pink box. "You admit that?"
"Of course."
"But, uh, aren't guys all obsessed with their dicks being good enough to get women off?"
"Which guys are these?"
"I hear things."
He rubs my temple with his thumb. "From who?"
"Holden's friends."
"When they were in high school?"
Probably, yeah. I don't really talk to guys about their sex lives. Not at the moment.
Phillip didn't have hang-ups. (The rumors about Asian guys aren't true. He had plenty of, ahem, equipment). He didn't get upset if I didn't come from penetration. He made it happen another way.
"You don't want to know the shit Holden says now." Chase takes my hand. Places the bright pink box in my palm. "But, trust me, he's using toys."
"Oh."
"Did your ex have a complex?"
"No. This guy I dated in college did. He was kind of a dick." I can't help but laugh. "Maybe that was the problem. He was obsessed with it."
"Yeah?"
I nod. "He wanted to know how he measured up to other guys. He'd always ask about my high school boyfriend. If he was bigger. If he was better. And he thought… well, I mean, it was never about that. It felt like plenty, but uh—"
"Was it not?"
"No. I mean, he was smaller than my high school boyfriend, but it didn't really matter. It was more… he was so into his dick that he neglected other things."
"He didn't eat you out?"
My cheeks flush. "Never."
"Asshole."
