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Chapter Twelve


So it turns out Ed and I like to fuck. A lot. Whatever the issues in our relationship—past or present—sex is not one of them. I wake up with his hand between my legs, stroking me. He’s lying behind me, his hard-on pressed against my ass.

“No wonder my dream was so good,” I mumble.

“What were you dreaming about?” His teeth pinch at the sensitive skin of my neck, before he sucks and licks the sting away. I writhe against him. “Tell me, Clem.”

“You.”

“Good answer.”

My leg is drawn back over his, opening me up for his attentions. Awesome way to wake up. I could quite happily do this every morning for the rest of my life.

“Is this okay?” he asks, nibbling on my jawline. “Tell me if you’re too sore or anything.”

“No, it’s okay. Maybe just go easy.”

“I can be gentle, baby.”

He grabs another condom out of the drawer, pulling back slightly to get it on. Then he’s moving me back into position, his dick prodding at me slightly before pushing inside. Fuck yes. My hands fist in the pillow. I can’t get enough of him. Never want to get enough of him. And he’s so damn good at it. Little wonder the thought of him doing this with anyone else drove previous me crazy.

I groan. “We should both quit our jobs and just do this all day.”

His low laughter is glorious, making me shiver. That and the way he’s ever slowly thrusting his wondrous cock into me. One big hand covers my breast, thumb brushing over my peaked nipple. While all the while his hot mouth devours me. My lips might never be the same. We can’t seem to stop kissing. Then he licks my neck before biting lightly at my earlobe. On and on it goes, our lovemaking. It’s too sweet and fine to be fucking. When his hand dips down to find my clit and circle it maddeningly, I know there’s not long to go. He starts thrusting a little harder, the broken headboard squeaking. And inside of me, everything is on edge. Coiled tight enough to break. So that when he finally deigns to get direct with my clit, strumming it with his fingers, I can’t help but come hard and fast. The wave of pure pleasure goes on and on. All encompassing. With him buried inside of me, hands gripping me tight as he comes too. It’s all I’ll ever need.

Good sex makes it easy to forget about the bad stuff. The complicated things. When your body’s singing, flooded with happy hormones, it’s almost impossible to care about anything else. A good place to be.



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“Nice hickey, Clem.” Leif grins at me across the table.

“Damn. I thought I covered it.” I take another bite of toast with butter and blueberry jam. “Maybe I’ll wear a scarf.”

“I say be proud, girl.”

“Thanks, Leif.”

“Let me see.” Ed lifts the edge of my tee, inspecting the work of his teeth. “Shit.”

“Hmm?”

“If that’s you two going slow, I don’t want to see fast,” says Leif, rising to go put his coffee mug in the sink. “In fact, I don’t want to see anything to do with you guys at all. The new girl at the parlor, however, is pretty cute.”

“I heard you went out for a drink with Shannon.” I smile, momentarily distracted from Ed’s unfortunate reaction to the love bite.

“Yeah, we had a good time,” says Leif. “Not as good a time as you two, but then we can’t all go so slow.”

“Ha-ha.”

“I’m hitting the shower.” Leif disappears down the hallway, humming to himself. He seems in a most excellent mood. Guess they really did have a nice date or whatever it was.

Meanwhile, Ed’s still staring at the mark on my neck. It’s beginning to worry me. It’s a decent size bruise and all, but still. His dismay is concerning.

“Hey,” I say. “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head slightly. “I’ve never been that rough with you before . . . leaving marks.”

“Really?” My brows rise high. “Huh.”

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just when we first started fooling around here on the table you seemed pretty aggressive, I guess. A little edgy and dominant, sort of. Not in a bad way or anything. I liked it a lot.”

On a scale of one to ten, it’s a solid nine and a half of a frown on Ed’s face.

Gordy finishes wolfing down biscuits to come rest his head on my knee. I’m not sure if it’s me or the toast he’s casting longing looks at. Though despite him being a very good dog, it’s probably not me.

“After everything you’ve been through, getting hurt and everything . . .” Ed hangs his head, the frown ramping all the way up to eleven. “I should have been gentler with you. Fuck.”

“You didn’t hurt me, Ed. As I said, I liked it.”

“But that’s not how we are. I don’t get physical with you like that in bed. Not in a way that leaves bruises.”

“Were. That’s not how we were, you mean.”

He pushes back from the table, expression tense.

“Maybe I’m not the only one who’s been changed by everything that happened. We’ve both probably got some things to work through, right?” I ask. “I mean, it just makes sense. But so long as we’re working through them together, does it really matter?”