Page 28 of Tempting Me

SHAY

For the record, I’m well aware that ten inches is far too big for a dick.

My heart hurts just thinking of it.

But you know what doesn’t hurt? That spot between my legs as I think about what Luca said to me. No, it’s not just what he said. It was the confidence in how he said it, in the way his hungry eyes were looking into mine. By the way my body was ready to submit to him had he pushed for more. The way my body gravitated toward him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The way I have never, in my entire life, felt so needy for a man the way I felt in that moment.

Shit.

I blow out a breath and spot Grace at The Marina bar as soon as I walk in. I love a lot of things about living in Lovers, but having my best friend live near me and eat breakfast with me each morning here is a top three. We get so busy everyday, knowing I’ll see her for even ten minutes makes my heart happy.

Good friends are hard to find, and I have one of the best.

“Morning,” I greet her and hold my head high. It’s time to push all thoughts of Luca Asher and his bedroom talk from my mind.

Oh god, does he talk like that all the time? Even during sex?

I bet that would be … wow. Good. Really, really good.

“You with me?” Grace waves a hand in front of my face.

“Yep.”

“Okay, so tell me how night number one went with the enemy.”

The enemy, right. His name is Luca. Who I’m supposed to say nice things about to Grace. True things. I can do this. In fact, if it works out for him and they hit it off, I can wash myself free of these thoughts of him.

I should tell her that there is a chance he whispers filthy words during sex.

I open my mouth to do exactly that, but then it occurs to me that it could lead to questions, and, well, how would I answer? She knows me too well. I can’t chance it.

“Good. He’s much nicer than I remember” is what I go with.

The forkful of eggs stops right in front of Grace's lips.

“What?”

“Yeah, super nice. We got a lot done. He’s very professional.”

Professional. Seriously, Shay?

Grace drops the fork and then presses her hand to my forehead.

I lean back and swat her away. “What are you doing?”

“Are you ill?”

“No, why?”

“You just gave Luca two compliments back-to-back.”

“I … misjudged him?” I say and even I’m aware that it came out more as a question than a statement.

“What’s going on?”

I groan and then drop my head into my hands.

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