Page 11 of Her Exception 2

“Man, say. Last night was wild.”

“Clearly. I wish I was getting sex that had me doing all that.”

Her comment caught me off guard. For a second, I watched her make her way across the breakroom on our floor. I wasn’t even supposed to be at work today, which was why I was dressed down in a V-neck and slacks. Seeing her this early in the day made me glad I’d come to grab a few files.

As close as Amelia and I were, there were some things we never discussed, and sex was at the top of that list. I had always been a curious man, and I felt like talking to her about sex would make me want to experience it. That had been a boundary we’d kept in our friendship until now, but as I considered her confession, I couldn’t help but want to cross that line.

Amelia leaned against the counter and took a sip of her coffee. She looked beautiful in an off-white pantsuit that hugged her slim frame perfectly. Her hair was back in its signature style… middle part, resting on her back. Her eyes were playful as she stared at me like she was baiting me to say exactly what was on my mind.

Sitting at the small round table directly across from her, I asked, “What does that mean? You’ve never had sex good enough to make you scratch a man’s back up? You’ve never had a man deep in that pussy missionary style long enough for you to give him a hickey?”

She crossed her ankles and cleared her throat, running her hand down her neck. “Um… no. No to both.”

“Don’t tell me Darron is a minute man.”

“No, no it’s…” She squeezed the back of her neck. “It’s not that. He can last.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Cupping her coffee with both hands, she came and sat at the table across from me. “My pussy is so good he can’t stay in one position for too long.”

I don’t know what I was expecting her to say, but that certainly wasn’t it. She broke our stare down with a laugh. I smiled, but I really was stuck on what she said.

“You’re joking, right?”

“No, not at all.”

“Running from the pussy by switching positions means he has no self-control. Does he make you cum?”

Her smile fell. She licked her lips. “No, but it still feels good, and I enjoy it. But no. He doesn’t make me cum.”

The thought of him having access to her pussy and not satisfying her pissed me off.

“Having sex and not cumming is the equivalent of climbing a mountain and stopping just before you get to the top. You don’t get the pride and euphoria of reaching your destination. The pleasure.”

“Amaru…”

“If he’s not satisfying you, he doesn’t deserve to have your body, Milli.”

“Not every man can make a woman cum, Amaru. It’s more common for a woman not to cum from penetration than to cum.”

“Wait.” Lifting my hands, I chuckled and sat up in my seat. “Are you saying you’ve never cum at all?”

“I have just not from penetration alone. The only time a man has ever made me cum with his dick was while he was using a toy too. I’ve had men eat my pussy or finger me until I came, but just straight-up penetration sex with no clitoral stimulation… that’s… no.”

I wanted to change that.

But I couldn’t.

We were best friends.

We raised our kids together.

I could have sex with literally any woman.

I couldn’t risk our friendship for a night of pleasure.

But damn if I didn’t believe she deserved it.

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