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“Fired from what?”
“As my dating coach.” I lean down and press a soft kiss to her lips. “You were a fucking awful coach.”
She huffs a laugh. “Was I?”
“I mean, you’re currently grinding your bare pussy against your student’s cock, so yeah, I’d say you were pretty bad.”
“Fine. I’ll look for a new student.”
“Like fuck you will.” I growl and walk her over to the bed,pressing her down against the comforter and reaching down to rub her clit.
She half laughs, half moans.
I don’t know how long Raleigh is going to let me touch her like this, but I’m sure going to find out.
CHAPTER 15
Everything is Fine
RALEIGH
Oh, holy mother of god.
We just finished having sex—again—and Atticus is passed out. It’s still the middle of the night. My mind races and I can’t get myself to fall asleep.
He snores lightly behind me, his arm draped across my waist, his whole body pressed against mine as the big spoon. He’s like a warm blanket that I want to snuggle up with forever.
Well, not forever.
Obviously.
This is a one-night stand.
Also, obviously.
But… I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl. Doing things like this is not like me. Things being sleeping with a gorgeous professional hockey player.
Not like the old me, anyway.
And while heisprobably a one-night stand kind of guy, I have a feeling this was not one. Or am I wrong about that? I desperately want to talk to my friends about this.
Oh no. Lucy.
Have I made things permanently weird with my best friend’s little brother and therefore my best friend?
I shift and Atticus’s breath hitches and his arm shifts on my waist. I stay frozen until he settles back into steady breathing.
There’s been no casual dating in my life. No hooking up with random guys in college or at bars in my twenties.
Just Raleigh Hayes (then Monroe then Hayes then Ford then Hayes again) doing exactly what she’s supposed to do in life, following the spreadsheet, over-planning her entire life.
Although two divorces are probably not in anyone’s spreadsheet.
I move again and Atticus rolls over onto his back, so I scoot closer to the edge. I think I need to get out of his bed and find some space to think without his warm, hard body touching me.
Do all one-night stands include such amazing sex? Like the best sex of my life?
Maybe that’s the whole point. No inhibitions, no predictability, freedom from the expectations of marriage or anything serious.
