Page 190 of Back in the Saddle

I didn’t have to say it.

He felt it coming from me, or he recalled it, because his amusement vanished and he said, “It didn’t start out great, but it led us to finally having the time to connect in a way we both wanted, to take our time doing it, to do it right, and have time after so I could give you shit and you could shovel it back.”

This was true.

And the doing it right part was especially true.

Though I’d never admit it aloud, the shoveling shit at each other was fun too.

“That’s life, Jess. The shit hits. You deal. You keep going. And then sometimes, for your troubles, it hands you the perfect moment to make it all worth it. You know that,” he reminded me.

Perfect moment.

Worth it.

“I don’t want to freak you, but I do want to say that, even though that climax was pretty damned extraordinary…” I began.

He shot me a smug grin.

I ignored it.

“…just so you know where I am with this, it’s deep, Eric.”

“Good. Then we’re on the same path,” he replied.

Shit!

Verbal confirmation.

I was definitely going to cry.

Fortunately, Eric located his amusement, he made it visible, audible and physical, so instead of weeping, I started glaring.

“Important to note,” I began, “you should feel free to do that to me whenever you want.”

His, “Obliged,” shook with his continued humor.

I ignored it again.

“But I also like to fuck.”

More humor in his, “Fantastic. I do too.”

“And I don’t mind getting nasty.”

That caught his attention, I knew, because the lazy went out of his eyes, the humor did too, a curious light shone in them, and he added a head cock.

“What does nasty mean to you?” he asked.

“What does it mean to you?” I asked back.

“I asked first.”

“I brought it up.”

“Nasty encompasses a lot of things, honey, so bringing it up is vague at best, a tease in reality.”

I clicked my tongue. It was hardly a tease.

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