Page 34 of An Accidental Love Affair

“I’ve had lots and lots of practice,” she quipped, her chest rising and falling in hard pants.

He rose up slightly, frowning down at her.

She grinned. “I watch porn.”

His expression didn’t change. “To what purpose?” he asked, rolling to his side and slipping

from her body.

“How else am I supposed to learn how to write steamy love scenes? Porn might be hardcore and nasty, but it gives me a basic starting point. It’s not like I can go out and do a field study.”

He slung his arm over his face. “You are full of surprises, Miss DeLancey. Just when I think I’ve met a sassy, but nice girl, I find out she’s a freak.”

Her eyes closed. She just experienced her very first vaginal orgasm, but it seemed he didn’t appreciate her enthusiasm. She hunched in on herself a bit at the criticism. “Even Usher and Ludacris wanted a Lady in the street, but a Freak in the bed.”

Reece began to laugh. She had an answer for everything. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said, focusing on her face. She wasn’t smiling with him. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry I’m not what you expected,” she snapped as she began to adjust her clothing.

“What are you talking about?” Reece asked, taking her hand. “I didn’t expect anything from you.” He sat up, twisting toward her. “Do you think I’m criticizing you for your reaction?”

She shrugged, looking away.

“Nicole, I’m surrounded by fake people twenty-four hours a day, including in the bedroom. It’s a refreshing change to have someone enjoy sex with me like that.”

“I don’t really,” she said, turning back to him. “I actually hate sex. It’s messy, sometimes painful, and downright boring as hell. If it wasn’t for my hand and my boyfriend Bob, I’d never know what an orgasm felt like.”

Reece reeled back, nearly coming to his feet. “You have a boyfriend?”

She chuckled at his reaction. “Yes, Bob as in battery-operated-boyfriend.”

Reece sat on his haunches, relieved. The last thing he wanted to do was plow in someone else’s field. “So, you’ve never had a satisfying sexual experience before?”

“Not really. Oh, I can fake it with the best of them, but to actually experience orgasm during the deed, nope.”

“And your partner has never done anything to remedy that situation?”

Her look turned scornful. “I’m sorry, but have you ever encountered the male species? You’re all so full of yourselves, in such a rush to meet your own fulfillment, you don’t stop to remember there’s another person there with her own sexual needs. A woman is basically a hole a penis gets shoved into, and it isn’t always the hoo-ha. To most men, any hole will do.”

“Hoo-ha?”

She rolled her eyes. “So it’s not the classiest word for vagina, but you get the point.”

“Nicole, you’re a romance writer. You can come up with a better word.”

“I’m also a freak, according to you, so any word will do.”

He laughed, hugging her close. “Did you fake it with me?” he whispered against her hair.

Should she tell him the truth? She smiled against his shoulder. “I plead the fifth.”

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They stayed at the beach for some time—talking, laughing, and basically getting to know each other. Reece convinced her to go swimming in the ocean, even though the water was freezing. He warmed her up quickly as he made love to her again, standing upright against the incoming waves and just beyond the breakers. Nicole clung to him as he moved her up and down on his hips.

At one point, as her eyes scanned the cliffs above, she could swear she saw someone watching them. When she blinked, the person was gone. She figured it was a trick of the sunlight.

They waded in, wrapping themselves in the blanket and snuggling against each other for warmth. Reaching for his slacks, Reece pulled out his phone and took a selfie of them cocooned under the blanket with her head resting on his shoulder and peeking up at him as his lips caressed her brow. When he showed her the pic, she asked him to send it to her, so she would always have a keepsake of this beautiful moment.

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