He aligned himself with the edge of the bed, and I wrapped my legs around him.Replace the memories, Bill. Now. Let’s make it right. Now, now, now—
“The other night, you said—”
“I don’t care what I said, just do it.” I needed him to take me because he couldn’t resist me another moment, because he was overcome with desire. I squirmed on the bed as I fought off the memory of David cornering me in the stairwell outside his penthouse and proving that he couldn’t, wouldn’t, wait another second.
“Okay.” Tentatively, Bill moved my thong aside and pulled down his boxers. He ran one hand over himself while licking the fingers of his other hand.
“Yes,” I moaned loudly when he touched me.
He bent his knees and entered me slowly.
“Oh, yes, Bill, come on.” I bucked my hips and used my heels to urge him deeper, trying to recapture the insatiable need that I’d felt with David. Bill grimaced. “What?” I asked.
His chest deflated with a loud exhale. “Nothing.”
It wasn’t nothing. He was still holding the base of his penis, but I felt him softening inside of me. “You can’t . . . ?”
“I had a lot to drink,” he snapped. “And you’re . . . yelling at me,” he said as his fist stroked back and forth.
“Do you need help?” I sat up and reached out, but he pulled back.
“Don’t.”
“Okay.”
“And stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Like I can’t get it up.”
I searched for something else to focus on, because I didn’t think I couldnotlook at him that way. After a few moments, I sighed. “It’s fine, babe, let’s go see what the others are doing. We can try again later.”
“No, I can do it,” he said, panting.
I slid off the bed and kissed his shoulder. “It’s no big deal.” I was secretly relieved. Seeing David again had freshened the memories. It was unfair that I’d be thinking about him instead of Bill.
I pulled on my striped pajama shorts and matching camisole before yanking a brush through my tangled hair.
Bill groaned behind me. “I can’t fucking believe this,” he uttered, squatting to rummage in his suitcase.
“It happens. Don’t worry. Lucy said it happened to Andrew a few weeks ago.”
“What?” Bill exclaimed. “I did not need to know that.”
Shit. That wasn’t the kind of thing to share. “Um, don’t repeat that, seriously.”
“What am I going to say, ‘Hey, dude, heard you can’t get it up either?’”
“You’re fine. One time does not mean anything. Come on, get dressed.” When my hair was in a presentable state, I wrapped myself in the red robe Lucy had given us.
Bill followed close behind as I padded down the stairs. We found the group seated around a fireplace in the main room, surrounded by glasses of wine and bottles of beer.
“Where have you two been?” Dani asked, arching an eyebrow in our direction. David sat barefoot and cross-legged on the floor next to her in a pajama set that looked a bit too small. He resembled a Greek statue, beautiful and eerily still as he stared into the fire.
“Just changing,” I said quickly, and Bill shot me a glance.
“Liar,” Dani chimed. “We’ve been down here for twenty minutes already.”
