Page 44 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“Don’t be mad at me. I didn’t want to…”
“I’m not mad at you, Ford. I’m mad that you were made to feel that way. Yeah, hookup culture can be fun, but not everybody is built for that. In fact, alotof people aren’t. Add that to the fact that something terrible happened to you, so you need a little extra time? Dammit, you deserve extra time.”
“Gee, thanks, Mads. I could’ve used you a few years ago. Would’ve saved me a hell of a lot of money on therapy.”
“Shut up. And talk to us.”
“I can’t do both of those at once.”
“You know what I mean.”
I smile, relieved to at least have that off my chest. “I do.”
“Question,” Rand says, joining Mads on the coffee table. “Do you trust Luca?”
My smile grows. “Yes, I do. He’s attentive and gentle. So…gentle.” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “While it’s nice that he’s sweet and patient, I also want to bring something to the table. I don’t want to be bad at sex.”
I shudder at the thought.
“Ford, do you know why your consultations work so well with the huge variety of people and business situations?” Rand asks.
“Well, I mean, the numbers are pretty straightforward.”
“It’s more than that. You don’t talkatpeople. You listen, and you adjust based on what they need.”
Mads nods. “It’s true.”
Rand continues, “I can promise that translates into the bedroom as well. It’s not about technique. It’s being able to listen and talk to your partner.”
“But what if I don’t even know what to ask?”
“Do you masturbate? Use dildos?” Mads asks.
I choke on my sip of tea, blushing furiously.
“What? It’s a reasonable question.”
“Not while I’m drinking tea! And,of course,I self-pleasure,” I whisper furiously. Mads looks way too delighted and the clapping is entirely unnecessary. “Why do you look so surprised?”
He exchanges a look with Rand. “We…I didn’t know if it was something you’d be comfortable with?”
“What do you mean? I’m comfortable withmy own body, for fuck’s sake.”
Rand reaches out, grabbing my arm. “We didn’t know if you were sexual at all, so this clears things up for us.”
“Do you think you might want to do anal?”
Leave it to Mads to ask that question.
Oh hell. We are way, way out of my comfort zone. Still, they’re not making fun of me, and I could use the help.
“I want to do everything, but I can’t be rushed.”
“Fair. You do know the difference between a top and a bottom though, right?” Mads asks.
I roll my eyes. “I’m a virgin, Mads, not a time traveler from the eighteen hundreds. I do have the internet.”
“Since we’re not assuming,” Rand says, eyeballing Mads, “do you know if you would prefer to top or bottom?”
