Page 61 of Love & Other Disasters

“He invited you to a cult orgy. If I ever see him again, I will reciprocate that punch in the face.”

“Would a standard orgy have been better?”

He sighed, “No, funny girl.”

“Well if it makes you feel any better, he would have made that offer to anyone, even you.”

“Why would that make me feel better?”

She shrugged against him. “It wasn’t personal. And I don’t know if we can classify what was going on as an orgy. How many people have to be involved to move it from plain old group sex to orgy?”

J.P. laughed. “Darling, your mind is fascinating.” He placed his fingers under her chin and gently lifted her face. Violet sat up and let him kiss her. It started out sweet, then quickly sparked the fire between them.

By the time Violet caught herself, she was under him on the couch. Neither of them wore a shirt, and his hand was heading into the elastic waist of her pants. “Do you have a condom?” she gasped out.

He let out a rough grumble of swears. “No. And I’m guessing you don’t either?” She’d never even considered the possibility she’d need a box. To her silence, he planted a kiss to her chest and pushed himself off her and to the opposite end of the couch. “I’ll go get them. And I can pick up dinner while I’m out.”

The rapid change of subject left her confused for a moment.

“You don’t know your way around,” she said.

“I made it to Timbuktu,” he replied, “I’ll manage. What do you want for dinner?”

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