Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“Sometimes, boobs are just nice to touch, okay?” I closed my eyes to rinse the shampoo from my hair.
“That they are.” He cupped mine, and my eyes flew open in surprise. “Do you know why I find them so nice to touch?”
I shrugged.
He leaned close to my ear. “Because I like women.”
“Look, I never said I didn’t like women. I just think I’m probably cloudy with a chance of wanting to have sex with some girls sometimes.” I stepped away from him to grab my conditioner.
“So, you’re bisexual,” Neil said.
“I don’t think so. I don’t want to have sex with every woman. I just wanted to have it with Gena.” I combed the conditioner through my wet tangles with my fingers. “It’s not the same thing.”
“By your logic, because I am bisexual, I want to have sex with literally every man and woman on the entire planet.” Neil sighed. “Label your sexuality however you like, Sophie. It doesn’t matter to me. But allow me to gently suggest that the impression I got after watching you nearly suffocate yourself in another woman’s cunt is that you might be ever so slightly bi.”
He kissed my neck, made a face at the taste of my conditioner, wiped his mouth, and left. When I came out of the shower, he was already in bed, and I slipped in beside him.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice already sleep-thick.
“What? About what happened with Gena? I’m fine.” I tucked my head against his shoulder.
“And me, being with another woman?” he asked, his arm scooping around my back.
“It was hard at first,” I admitted. There was no sense in dancing around that. “But then, as I got into it, I liked it. It would be pretty hypocritical if I was okay with fucking her, but not okay with you fucking her. What about you, are you cool?”
It took him a moment to answer. Usually in all things concerning sex, Neil was so easy going. He surprised me with, “It bothered me more than I thought it would. Not you and Gena, that part was fine. But you with Ian… That bothered me a bit more than when you were with Emir. I’m certain it’s because we have a history. It’s one thing to be intimate with a total stranger, but to have that experience with a long-time friend was a bit disconcerting.”
My heart fell a little. If Ian and Gena were a package deal, would I not get a chance to be with her again? Oh my gosh, did I have a crush on her?
“I wouldn’t rule out doing it again,” he went on, and I breathed a little sigh of relief. “I dealt with my feelings and moved past it, as you did.”
“I really did like watching you.” I played with his chest hair with the tips of my fingers. “You’re so sexy.”
“You’ve watched us before, in the mirror,” he reminded me. “And on video.”
“I know I did, but this was a different angle.” I ran my hand down his arm. “I never get to see how you move. I just didn’t realize how in shape you’ve gotten.”
“Different angle,” he teased.
I trailed my fingers across his chest. “It was really a positive experience for me. I would totally do it again.”
“Oh, I’m so glad you said that.” Neil chuckled sleepily. “Because, next time I watch you eat Gena’s pussy, I’d like to be eating yours.”
Damn him and his dirty mouth. I pushed back the covers in a huff and got out of bed.
“Sophie? Where are you going?” His voice held a note of alarm.
“To take another shower. A cold one,” I said, turning to give him an obviously fake pout, to put him at ease. He smiled in relief, and I headed toward the bathroom. “You can’t say something like that and expect me to be able to sleep.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
I’d once thought that not wanting a baby would mean I would never have to endure the horror of a Saturday spent shopping for tiny outfits and strollers that look like they’ve been engineered to survive an arctic trek. But I also had never counted on being in a relationship with someone who had kids, let alone pregnant ones.
Since Tony had the day off, we made the journey to Manhattan by ourselves. Driving in the city took more focus than puttering around Sagaponack, which was fine by me because Neil looked so sexy when he was concentrating. He guided the car into a left-hand turn and pulled us to a stop outside a building with a white stone facade. The high, arched windows at street level were decorated with bassinets and mobiles and stuffed toys, all gold and cream-colored under jewelry store lighting.
I loved Emma. But being surrounded by all that crap was going to give me a panic attack.