“I don’t know if that’s true or not, but he’s got a good body.”
Raven laughs again, then says, “Maybe you should take it for a spin.”
I squeeze the phone. “You know how I feel about entanglements. I’m not the kind of woman who’s good at being in a relationship.”
“That’s your mom’s voice I hear. Besides, you don’t have to be in a relationship to do him. Or to let him do you.”
“See, this is where a friend should talk me away from the enemy’s cock, not suggest I go get it.”
“Then get to know him and make it a friend’s cock.”
“Raven,” I groan.
“Think about it, Mel. You and Jonas have sparked for years. And it still hasn’t burned out. Maybe you ought to get him out of your system. Then you’ll be over it.”
“I don’t know.” I can’t believe I’m even considering her suggestion. But…maybe she’s right. I don’t like Jonas. He doesn’t like me. But there is something between us and it’s not like this girl doesn’t enjoy a good orgasm. And it’d be nice to have one that didn’t rely on self-effort and batteries.
“You do know,” Raven insists.
“Maybe you’re right, but it’s not like I can march up to him and ask him if he wants to do me.”
“Sure you can.”
“He’d refuse and I’d be mortified.”
“I highly doubt he’d refuse. I’ve seen the way he looks at you when you’re not paying attention. Anyway, Marshall is looking for me. I’ve got to run. I’ll call back later to talk to the kids before they go to bed.”
After I disconnect, I sit on the bed for a few minutes contemplating. Ask Jonas if he wants to have sex? If he smirks or says I told you so I wouldn’t be able to live that down.
Dilemma, dilemma. What’s a horny girl to do?
With a sigh, I leave the bedroom and wander back to the kitchen.
Jonas is busy at the stove.
It’d be so much easier if he didn’t look like he does. If he didn’t have what I know he has below the belt.
Clenching my fists, I clear my throat.
He glances up, pausing the spatula from stirring whatever he’s making. “What?”
“Do you want to have sex?”
His gaze travels the length of my body. There’s enough desire in his eyes that I feel like I need a cigarette and a nap.
“Yes.” He turns off the burner and leans against the counter, crossing his legs at the ankles.
We stare at each other.
“There’s a lot I’m going to teach you,” he says.
Wet panties make a reappearance. “What makes you think I need to be taught anything?”
He gives a little shake of his head. “I didn’t say you needed to be taught. I said there was a lot I’m going to teach you.”
“Like?”
“Like how a woman should expect to be pleased. Like how she should be treated.”
