“Ellie, we’re friends. Best friends. Best friends don’t teach each other how to masturbate or have sex.”
“Best friends also don’t get married for health insurance, but we broke that rule.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up as he lets out a surprised chuckle. “Okay, fair point. But Ellie, why me? You’re a beautiful woman. You could go out right now and find ten guys who would be happy to hook up with you and do whatever you want in bed.”
A second later, he makes a face, like he can’t stand the thought of that.
“I would never feel comfortable doing this with a stranger,” I say. I grab his arm, determined to convince him. “Camden, this is the perfect setup, don’t you see? You’ve got all this experience in the bedroom. I have zero. You can teach me everything I’ve ever wanted to know about sex, and it won’t be weird because we’re best friends.”
He quirks an eyebrow at me.
“Okay, it might be a little weird,” I say. “But it’ll be a million times better with you than with any other guy. I know you’ll be patient with me. You won’t make fun of me or get mad at me or make me feel bad. We’re totally comfortable with each other. I feel safe with you.”
His gaze on me focuses as his chest heaves with a breath. “You’re sure this is what you want?”
“Positive.”
He nods once. “Okay.”
I bite back a smile. Holy crap. He actually agreed. We’re actually doing this.
“We’ll wait until we’re back in Denver,” he says.
“Okay,” I say quietly.
He gives me a small smile and stands up, then starts to pack.
My phone buzzes with a text from the group chat I have with the girls, asking me to come out and have drinks with them at the winery before everyone flies back home tonight.
“Wanna go have some wine with everyone? I think we both could use a drink,” I say to Camden.
He flashes an easy smile. “Sure.”
The rest of the afternoon, as we sip wine and visit with everyone, I sneak glances at him.
When his gaze catches mine, he winks at me. I bite back a smile, feeling giddy and nervous all at once.
My best friend and fake husband is about to teach me all I ever wanted to know about sex.
Chapter 27
Camden
Ifly across the ice, my legs on fire.
Del passes the puck to me, and I dart around Sam and head for the net.
Blomdahl gets into position, his helmet bobbing back and forth as he tracks the puck on the ice.
I shoot, but he catches it with his glove.
I let out a groan. “Nice save,” I holler. I push up my helmet and guzzle water.
“Thanks.” Blomdahl takes a swig from his water bottle, then sprays it all over his face.
“Anyone else sweating wine?” Theo asks, panting.
Sam nods. “Yup. This drill is kicking my ass.”
