“I’ve had enough caffeine today to make an average man’s heart explode. Trust me… I don’t have any desire to go to sleep right now.”
His fingers slide down my belly and toy between my legs. I’m sensitive, and he uses the right amount of pressure to bring me to the brink again.
He’s better with his fingers than he is with his mouth. And that’s okay. As long as he’s willing to learn.
“Hopefully, you aren’t hoping to sleep anytime soon.”
“I think you might…” I let out a shaky breath as he twists and makes my entire body jolt. “… oh, forget it. Don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t. He makes love to me all night long. I get about an hour of sleep before he makes me that coffee he promised on our first date.
It wasn’t a perfect night, but it was a good one.
Mona, What Do I Do?
Sitting in Mona’s apartment the next night, I stretch my hamstrings. I’m beyond sore—a good sore—but still sore. And if I thought I was confused after Decker’s confession, I had no idea how much worse it would be after sleeping with Ken.
“What’s wrong? Why do you keep doing that?” Mona asks, handing me a glass of white wine.
“I’m sore. And yes, it’s what you think it’s from.”
“Decker?”
“Ken.”
“Oh!”
I sink onto the couch with a pout. “I don’t know what to do. I have three guys interested in me, and they’re all great in their own ways. I don’t know who to pick.”
“Do you have to pick just one?”
Decker won’t touch me until I’m seeing no one but him. Ken made it clear without saying it that he’s not interested in being one of multiple. And being with Tyler while sleeping with othermen just sounds like an even bigger recipe for disaster than our potential relationship already is.
“Yes.”
“Okay, let’s talk them out. Pros and cons. Start with the coffee shop guy.”
“Well, Ken owns coffee shops. I love coffee. He has great stamina. And he makes coffee in bed in the mornings.”
Her brows lift. “Stamina as in…?”
“Yes. The sex was good.”
“Just good?”
“We’re still getting to know each other,” I lie.
And just like Mona, she knows I’m lying. Thankfully, she seems to understand I don’t want to go further into it. “Okay. Cons?”
“He’s a little… selfish in that department. He’s more into what he likes than what I do, but it’s still good. And I don’t fully feel comfortable with him. Yet. I get the feeling he’s not a fan of my oversharing tendencies.”
“That could be early day awkwardness, but if you don’t feel comfortable around him being yourself, he’s not the one for you.”
Nodding, I sigh. It’s exactly what I’m thinking. “Yeah, I know.”
“And Tyler?”
“He’s cute and sweet. But he’s my boss. I like my job. I like him as my manager. Dating him would change that. Either I’d move to another team—which means we aren’t working together—or he’d move. And who knows who we’d report to.”
