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“You said it was good. So… never again?” I furrowed my brow.
“Well, we could, but… you really want to do it again?”
“I want to do it again right now,” I giggled. “But you don’t?”
“I’m sorry, but I’ve never entered into some sort of… clandestine situation.”
“Is this truly clandestine?” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic, Cole!”
“Are we about to tell anyone out there, Chloe?” He gestured out my bedroom door.
“No. The whole point is to keep it easy. But, as long as neither of us is otherwise attached and we’re having fun, I was hoping you might let me sit on your face next time.”
Cole’s jaw dropped and he stammered. “I… I should… are you… sure?”
I laughed at the way his deep voice shot up at the end. “I mean, if you’re down, I want to. Not this second but… whenever we’re both in the same country again. I’m heading out soon, so—”
“Okay, well, yeah. But only if you’ll let me play with your ass.”
“You can fuck me from behind next time if that suits?”
He snickered. “Jesus, woman.”
“What?”
“I just… no one has been this direct.”
“Cole, you fucked me like you knew what you were doing. Stop playing coy.”
He dropped to kiss me. It was unusually sweet and I basked in feeling adored.
He stood. “Do me one favor, landlady?”
“Yes.”
I expected a cheeky retort, but his mind was back to the barn. “Give me time tomorrow so I can actually coach you through some of the buttons I’ve put on those beasties of yours.”
I shook my head. “You want to watch me ride like an idiot?”
He shrugged.
“Fine. I will take the bait,” I agreed.
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COLE
Even in the time upstairs, the laundry hadn’t quite finished. Since the dryer still worked, I pulled all my laundry and did an unusual walk of shame back to the carriage house. Piper was still asleep in the small living room. I tossed laundry in the dryer, covered her with a blanket, and headed upstairs. Her back might survive the rental’s couch, but mine never would.
I took a quick shower, aware Chloe’s taste and scent was all over me. Then, I lay in bed, trying to grasp the magnitude of my situation. I had no business sleeping with Chloe—or probably anyone—but it felt so good. I could never in a million years have thought I’d end up in bed with a woman who spoke as frankly as Chloe. Never mind the whole squirting thing! That was a bonus—a very unexpected one.
Brownie pushed her long snout into the cracked door, whining.
“C’mon,” I patted the bed.
She usually slept with Piper, but both couldn’t fit on the little couch. Annoyed at her change in circumstances, Brownie climbed next to me and rolled away, as if she was truly unsatisfied to be stuck here.
I wasn’t a cuddler, so sleeping alone worked well for me most nights. My ex wasn’t, either, which is why it didn’t alarm me that we spent the last five years of our marriage in separate bedrooms. What would have been a red flag to some was just normal for Brynn and me.
