Page 52 of Take A Number
Disappointment flutters in my belly. If someone called my croinuts good, I wouldn’t sleep until I changed the recipe nineteen times and made myself sick sampling all of them. Good is a three-star review from a food critic. Good is below average.
I nod awkwardly and bite my lip. “Then I guess I have work to do.”
“Come again?” Dean asks, lifting his brows at me.
I sit up in bed and run my hands through my hair. “There’s no point in having fake sex if it’s just good. I don’t do things to be good. I do them to be great. If sex isn’t something I’m great at, then I need to figure out what the hell I’m doing wrong.”
“Norah…” Dean starts, but I ignore him as I hop off the bed, dragging the sheet with me.
“I’m taking a shower. I need to think.”
“Norah.” Dean repeats, but I quickly walk away from him, ignoring the silly knot of rejection forming in my throat.
I stand in front of the mirror and slather some toothpaste on my brush. I can’t look at myself as I brush my teeth. Why did I agree to this whole situation in the first place? I was doing fine on my own. Yes, I wasn’t having sex, and yes, my mother was up my ass and practically arranging a marriage for me, but I was good. I was running a successful business. I didn’t need a fake boyfriend to deal with my family issues. I certainly didn’t need fakemediocresex to add to my to-do list. Why am I putting myself through this? I have enough going on in my life, and now I have to figure out how to up my sex game?Stupid, Norah! So, so stupid!
Suddenly, Dean’s warm body heat presses up behind me. I see his naked reflection in the mirror. “Sugar tits.”
“Don’t shooga tiiis me,” I mumble around a mouthful of foam.
He tilts his head and hits me with a playful smirk. “I didn’t mean what I said.”
I huff and spit into the sink, wiping the dribble on my chin with the back of my hand before replying, “You seem to misspeak a lot when it comes to me.”
Dean’s jaw goes tight. “That’s because I’m an egotistical dick.”
“Clearly.”
“And because if I told you that was the best sex I’d ever had, I lose all my man cards.” His brows pinch together as he continues to stare at me in the mirror.
I shake my head and rinse my toothbrush. “It wasn’t the best you ever had. Don’t patronize me.”
“It was top three for sure,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. “But only because you were in the moment, and I’ve never seen you like that…it was disarming. I lost it way earlier than I meant to, and I’m not used to coming that quickly.”
I blink back my confusion. “You premature ejaculated?”
His body shakes against my back as he laughs. “I wouldn’t call that premature…just…I didn’t give you that twenty-minute dick I promised you, and I’m disappointed in myself.”
The darkness that had overcome me slowly starts to wash away with his confession of losing control so quickly in bed. My lips part with a slow smile that spreads across my face. “So…good really is good?”
Dean exhales heavily. “In this case, good is great. Good is mind-blowing. Good isseriously good.But now you’re psychoanalyzing and sucking all the fun out of it. You need to chill the fuck out.”
I turn on my heel and face him. “I want to be good at fake sexing.”
Dean fights back a smile. “First of all…it’s established that you are good. Too good. Second of all, there was nothing fake about what we just did in there.”
“You don’t know that,” I reply smugly and cross my arms over my chest, embracing this sense of power I have surging through me all of a sudden. “I could be a great actress for all you know. You don’t know me that well, Dean.”
He narrows his chocolatey eyes with a smile that gives me butterflies. “There’s no way you were faking, sugar butt.”
I shrug. “Maybe, maybe not.”
He quirks a brow. “Maybe we need a repeat in the shower for confirmation, and I’ll make good on my twenty-minute-dick promise.”
The corners of my mouth twitch as I try not to smirk. “I suppose I could fake it again…you clearly need the practice.”
Suddenly, Dean grabs my sheet and yanks it off my body. “Where’s the damn IcyHot? Because you need a serious spanking.”
Norah Donahue could be a big problem for me.I shower the next morning after just giving Norah her…what…sixth orgasm in the span of twelve hours? Shit, I’ve lost count. We did it in the bed, the shower, on the bathroom counter, and once more a few minutes ago.
