Page 73 of Ace My Heart

“Ever had sex in a change room before, Stinky?” he asked.

“Are you offering?” I retorted, then bit my lip. I really needed to filter, especially when it came to Joel.

“Well … no.”

Disappointment rocked through me.

“I was just wondering what sort of sordid locations you might have had sex in.”

“Joel, if you knew some of the places I’ve had sex, you wouldn’t look at me the same again,” I blurted. So much for filtering!

He gave me a sharp look, stepping into his shorts. I grabbed my bag and stormed out to the lift, jabbing at the button.

Joel caught up with me just as the elevator dinged, the doors rattling open. I stepped inside and poked the ground floor button.

“Elevator?” he asked, eyes lit like a Christmas tree.

“Uh yes, we’re in an elevator, Joel,” I replied, using a voice I would use with a very stupid person.

Joel rolled his eyes at me.

“Have you everfuckedin an elevator?”

“Um, no. Have you?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.

Joel chuckled. “We weren’t talking about me. You told me I wouldn’t look at you the same if I knew where you’d had sex. I’m just trying to test your theory out.”

The lift opened at the ground floor and I escaped. Joel kept pace frustratingly easily.

“So, tell me. Where’s the naughtiest place you’ve done the nasty?” he asked, nudging me with his elbow. I pressed my lips together. This was not a good way for me to avoid having sexy thoughts about Joel, but he wouldn’t let up until I told him something.

“Okay, you tell me first and then I’ll tell you,” I bargained.

Joel took a deep breath. “Uh, let me think. Probably in the mosh pit for Princes of Lion two years ago.”

“What? As in, in a crowd of sweaty, high teenagers?”

“Yep, it was exactly as bad as you’re picturing. It’s almost impossible to keep a hard-on when you’ve got spaced-out teens elbowing you in the back.”

I screwed up my face. “Ew, Joel! That is the single most disgusting thing I have ever heard!” For a split second I wished it had been me.

“Your turn now, Stink.” Joel sounded ecstatic.

I thought about it. I might only have had three sexual partners, but Grant and I had five years to get pretty adventurous.

“Okay. On the fifty-metre line at Sydney Football Stadium.” It didn’t sound very adventurous at all compared to Joel’s crowded mosh pit. I peered up at him from under my lashes and he was watching me, eyebrows raised.

“How did you get … oh, of course, withGrant.” Joel muttered, annoyance colouring his tone. Well, that was interesting.

“Yeah, and the sprinklers came on just as I was …” I looked down again.

“Coming?” Joel asked, a smirk in his voice.

“Mm-hmm,” I replied awkwardly. “I guess you win. Yours was the kinkiest.”

“Yeah, but you’re the homemade porn sensation,” he responded with a laugh. I cringed.

“Thanks for the reminder, Joel,” I muttered. “I just love it that you’ve seen me like that.”

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