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She visibly relaxes, and a lightbulb turns on for me. She needs praise and reassurance. Needs to know how she’s making me feel.

I never planned to be a “talker” in bed. Some women find it a turnoff, and it’s a next-level skill that will take time and practice to develop.

If I do it wrong, it’s more likely to make her cringe than arouse her. But I can tell her she’s amazing. That I caneasilydo.

“You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life, Franki. Can I keep going or are you ready to rest?”

She releases my thumb and gives me a slow smile. “You should definitely keep going.”

twenty-three

Franki

You Are Enough | Sleeping At Last

If someone had toldme two weeks ago that I’d be spending tonight in bed with Henry McRae after he tried to bribe me into marrying him, I’d have applauded their overactive imagination.

Henry rises onto his knees, indicating his sweatpants. “I’m taking these off now. Is that all right with you?”

Please take them off. I’ll die if you don’t.“Yes.”

He pulls his sweats down, and as the elastic stretches over the length of him, his cock rebounds and slaps his abdomen. I shootto a sitting position. I thought I knew what I was dealing with, but it got even bigger from when he was standing by the door.

I blink. “How do you walk with that thing?”

He uses the sweats to wipe away the evidence that he definitely did orgasm earlier. “I don’t usually walk around with an erection,” he says dryly.

Anxiety spikes through my system the longer I look at him. My SI joint and my knees already hurt. There’s no getting around it. I took a prescription anti-inflammatory hours ago, but my hip is going to ache until it heals completely. It’s not terrible, but it’s still a distraction. I’d decided that it would be manageable. I’m used to ignoring it.

Until I saw his dick.

“Franki? What’s wrong?”

I take a deep breath. Slow. Breathe slow. Finally, I say, “Nothing. This is just new to me.”

He sits back on his heels, watching me warily.

“I’m making it awkward,” I say.

Henry moves into my space carefully. Slowly.

“Be as awkward as you like.” He speaks against my temple, one hand moving to gently circle my throat, the other in my hair, doing that thing again where he’s taking my pulse. It makes me feel strangely safe, but only because it’s him. I flick a glance down at his cock. The head is wide, blunt, and an almost purplish red. If a dick could look angry, his looks ready to flip some tables. But when I glance up at his face,Henrydoesn’t look angry at all.

“Do you want to stop? Or do you want to play? We don’t have to use penetration. Or”—he raises an eyebrow—“I can use my fingers.”

“I just destroyed this entire moment.”

“You didn’t.” He takes my hand and places it against his chest, holding it tightly against him.

“I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe,” he says quietly. “Things I pray you never will. And I’m steady as a rock. But with you? Do you feel how my heart races?”

I do, and the realization that I’m not alone in this settles something inside me. “Let’s play and see what happens.”

He smiles.

“There are condoms in the drawer. I saw them earlier.”

He eases us both back against the pillows. “I know.”

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