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“I’m not going to sit here and bullshit you and say that eating pussy is my favorite thing to do. I much prefer sex, where both of us can get off. That being said, I do love making women come with my tongue. It’s hot as fuck. As for you worrying how it smells or tastes, it’s a vagina. It’s going to smell and taste like one. Sounds like that asshole was all talk. When you didn’t immediately come after a few licks, he tried to put the blame on you.”

When I don’t immediately reply, he adds, “One day, if you’re comfortable enough, I’d love to show you how good it can be.”

“Yeah, one day.” I agree. “While we’re on the subject of traumatic sexual events, I may as well lay it all out. Once, I was sucking a guy’s dick, and he shoved my head down so hard that I gagged and threw up all over him.”

“Abs, what kind of guys have you been with?”

“Ugh. Don’t even get me started.”

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Well, be prepared for me to show you that not all men are the same. I’ll do my best to not let you down.”

Over the years, I’ve all but given up on the opposite sex. Before my awful date with Justin, I hadn’t gone out with anyone in years. The date reminded me why.

But even after all the shit I’ve been through, I believe what Don is saying to me. I decide to trust him.

I just really hope that doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass.

Chapter Twenty-three

Don

Yesterday, Abby and I spent the better part of the day watching TV, cuddling, and having sex. I just can’t seem to get enough of her. It’s all been incredible.

I know she likes to describe herself as “vanilla”, but I don’t see her that way at all. I think she’s amazing.

Since we both had to work this morning, I decided to stay at my place. As much as I wanted to sleep next to her again, I knew we’d get no sleep.

I knew damn well I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself.

Plus, I’m trying not to freak Abby out. After she told me about some of the assholes she’s been with, I don’t want to push her past her comfort zone.

Instead, we decided to get together after work. I need to travel to Brooklyn for a meeting today, so I put in my earbuds so I can listen to one of the book recommendations Abby sent me.

I find myself spacing out a bit, only half paying attention until the narrator starts getting into the dirty stuff.

“His fingers graze my thigh—starting at the knee and moving up so slowly that my body quivers with anticipation. I spread my legs a little more, hoping he will touch me where I crave it most. I feel the tips of his fingers graze my clit through my panties. I try to control my breathing so that no one in the crowded restaurant can see what’s going on under the table.”

Whoa. Now we are getting good.

“He leans in close to warn me not to make a sound as he moves my underwear out of the way. I have to bite down on my lip to stay silent as he slides a finger inside. The fact that anyone could look at us and know exactly what we are doing turns me on so bad. He could pull me onto his lap and fuck me in front of all these people, and I would love it.”

Speaking of being in public, I suddenly become very aware that I’m on a crowded subway. I wonder if my face gives away what I’m listening to. Does anyone suspect that I’m listening to someone describe a woman getting fingered under the table? Everybody else has earbuds in too. Any chance one of them is also listening to smut? If the women are, not a single one of them shows the slightest hint of it.

Opening up my phone, I pull up my text chain with Abby and type out a message.

Me: Okay, how the hell do you do this?

Abby: Do what?

Me: Keep a straight face while you’re listening to the sexy scenes in this book.

She sends back a laughing emoji.

Me: I’m on the subway, and I’m worried that people are onto me.

Abby: How would they be onto you? Are you hard?

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