Page 48 of Confessions of a Smutty Romance Author

And those words had been going through my mind all night. Especially when I pulled away from her.

When I heard the bedroom door shut, I let out a sigh of relief. Instead of leaving to get fresh clothes from the laundry room, I stripped into my boxers and lay in the bed. It really was soft. But I still couldn’t help but wish I was sleeping beside her instead.

18

Mara

Confession: Cake is an excellent motivator.

I slept alonein Jonas’s bed, and when I woke up, I felt like shit. Not just because of the tequila. (Although that certainly didn’t help.) But because of the way I’d come onto him in his own house when we’d both been drunk out of our minds.

It wasn’t fair to him. He’d invited me here to keep me safe when he didn’t have to. He’d agreed to be my pretend boyfriend when he didn’t have to. And now he had the weight of keeping the lines from blurring while my mouth was on his dick?

Either I was losing my touch or Jonas Moore had the self-control of a Navy SEAL.

I wasn’t ready to face him yet, so I went into the bathroom and turned the hot water on over the big soaker tub. It was made of white porcelain and had luxurious hardware. There was even a window overhead, letting diffused light drift into the bathroom.

As soon as the water was halfway up the sides, I dipped my toe in, feeling the burn of the water. Slowly, I eased my way in, the water rising around me. Usually I didn’t enjoy baths, since most tubs weren’t big enough for the water to cover my body, but this one was the perfect size. There was even room in here for two.

I closed my eyes against the activities I imagined Jonas and me doing. I had a problem. Especially since he made it very clear he wasn’t interested in having sex with me.

I dried my hands off on a towel next to the tub and texted my friends group chat.

Mara: I have a problem.

Henrietta: What happened?

Mara: I may or may not have attempted to give Jonas a blow job last night.

Henrietta: Attempted?

Birdie: Did he have whiskey dick?

Mara: No, he was perfectly hard. He told me to stop!

Mara: God, I’m so mortified. I can’t even come out of the room to face him and apologize.

Henrietta: Wait. Don’t guys love blow jobs?

Birdie: That’s an understatement.

Henrietta: Why did he turn you down?

Birdie: Did you do it wrong?

Mara: Did I do it wrong???? I don’t want to toot my own horn (pun intended) but I have it on good authority that I am VERY good at blow jobs.

Henrietta: What did he say when he asked you to stop?

I closed my eyes, trying to think back to last night. It was fuzzy, and my brain was moving slower than I liked.

When I remembered, my eyes popped open.

Mara: I said something about drunk sex being fun and he said, AND I QUOTE, “I don’t want to have fun. Not with you.”

Mara: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

Henrietta: You’re the romance writer! You don’t know?

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