Page 13 of Billionaire Bachelor
“All right, Pip, I’ll play.” I sit up straighter, catching Rosie’s gaze lingering on my chest. “Ladies first.”
She taps her index finger on her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she contemplates for a moment before kicking the game off. “Never have I ever…gotten a tattoo.”
“Trying to get me drunk, I see. We might need more wine if you keep this up.” I grin, taking a drink and passing the bottle. “Okay, let me think. Never have I ever…worn a dress.”
Her eyes narrow as she lifts the bottle to her lips. “Never have I ever designed a dating app and sold it for one-point-three billion dollars.”
“That was awfully specific.” I give her a wry look before taking a big swig. “Never have I ever graduated from USC, majoring in public relations.”
Rosie takes another sip. She stares at me for a few seconds, seeming to have some kind of internal debate. “Never have I ever gone down on a girl.”
Well, that escalated quickly.
“Shame. I highly recommend it.” I wink before taking a few gulps. “Never have I ever had a dick in my mouth.”
“Shame. I highly recommend it,” she mocks, right before grabbing the bottle from me and taking a drink.
I’m equal parts aroused and enraged at the thought of her giving head. The latter mostly because I know I wasn’t the lucky recipient. Although, with the direction this game is heading—pun definitely intended—maybe my luck is changing.
“Never have I ever…” Rosie hesitates for a moment before continuing, “Had an orgasm during sex.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up.”
She glares. “Rude, much?”
“I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” I shake my head. “But you have to admit, you aren’t playing by the rules.”
“How do you figure?” She stares me straight in the eye as her next words shock the shit out of me. “I’ve never had an orgasm during sex.Seems to follow the rules just fine.”
My jaw drops when I realize she’s not joking. “Wait…seriously? How is that possible?!”
“It’s not from lack of trying.” Her shoulders lift in a shrug. “I think maybe I’m just…broken or something.”
I blink rapidly, absolutely flabbergasted. “Okay, I’m sorry, but you cannot tell me something like that without more detail. You’vereallynever had an orgasm? You’re twenty-seven.”
“Thanks, Logan. I almost forgot how old I am. What would I ever do without you?” She gives me a look that screams,jackass. “And I didn’t say I’ve never had an orgasm. I’ve had plenty of them using my own hand. Or toys.”
Do not get sidetracked wondering about her toy collection, dude.
“Something isn’t adding up. Break this down for me.” I set the nearly empty bottle on the ledge that curves around the tub and rake a hand through my hair. “So, you haven’t had an orgasm during penetration, right? I mean, that’s not unheard of, I guess.”
“Right,” she replies, licking her lips. “Or during the foreplay that precedes it. And since this game’s turned into‘Let’s talk about how pathetic Rosa is,’I’ve technically only had one partner-induced orgasmever, back in college during some third-base action. And quite frankly, we were both so drunk, it’s possible I imagined the whole thing.”
“Shit.”
If anyone is pathetic in this situation, it’s the idiots she’s been with—especially that asshole who was about to trap her into a marriage filled with mediocre sex. Why would she settle for that?
Rosie’s shoulders lift. “For whatever reason, I justcan’tget there when someone else is doing the work. I can’t turn my mind off—which, as you know, is totally normal for me—but it’s pretty extreme during sex. I get so hyper-focused on trying to relax that I wind up stressing out about how Ican’trelax. And if I can’t relax, I won’t be able to come. And if I don’t come, then I have to figure out if I’m going to fake it and just move on or be honest with my partner about my problem. And if I choose the latter, then I worry about how to break it to them, so their ego isn’t smushed. And then I wonder about all the possible outcomes ofthatconversation. It’s neurospicy self-sabotage at its finest. Like I said…broken.”
Challenge fucking accepted, Pip.
If this isn’t a sign that I need to get this woman naked as soon as possible, I don’t know what is. I mean, what kind of friend would I be if I let her go through life any longer thinking she’s the reason the chumps she’s been with couldn’t get her off?
I spread my arms along the top of the tub. “I’m going to say something, and I need you to hear me out entirely before you say a word. Do you think you can do that?”
She eyes me warily. “I suppose.”
“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you, Rosie.” I hold my hand up when her mouth pops open to argue. “Seriously. Hear me out. If the guy is doing his job right, you wouldn’t even have time to overthink it. You’d be too far gone, lost in the moment. Trust me—he’sthe problem, not you.”
