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But when he calls me baby… That’s deeper. It’s intimate. It gives me chills.

“If a man can’t take the time to ensure you’re taken care of before himself, he’s selfish.”

I’m not sure about that. “What if it takes forever and I’m just not going to get there?”

“Then you shouldn’t be with him. You wouldn’t be so disconnected if he were Mr. Right.”

“What if he were Mr. Fancy Jeans?” I joke. All this talk about my horrible past sexual experiences is a bit mortifying.

Adrian chuckles. When he’s done, he sobers and asks, “Is that a concern you have? Not having good sex with your husband.”

“Of course.”

“What if I make you come without taking out my cock. Would that assuage your fears?”

I nearly choke. “People don’t actually orgasm during sex, do they?”

His eyes widen. “I don’t know about people in general, but I intend for my wife to be so fucking satisfied that she wants to jump my bones regularly.”

“But during sex? Like from penetration instead of a vibrator?”

He blinks. “Have you only ever orgasmed with a vibrator, baby?” His question is delivered gently. Again, not condescending or judgmental.

And my face heats further. “Yes.”

“Alone?”

I close my eyes and tip my head, embarrassed. “Yes.”

He puts a finger under my chin. “Look at me, baby.”

I meet his gaze because it’s impossible to ignore his request.

“Vibrators are great. I’m not opposed to enhancing sex with them. But you’re not going to need one with me, and I would never want you to feel so neglected that you felt like you had to masturbate when I’m not around.”

This conversation is so deep. So fucking intense. I can’t believe we only met today. I can’t contemplate the fact that we’re literally pondering the possibility of getting married. And now sex. I’ve never had a discussion this frank about sex with anyone. Not even a girlfriend.

“Life isn’t a fairytale,” I murmur.

“Why not?” His finger slides from my chin to my lips. He strokes the bottom one. “Maybe ours can be.” He leans in closer. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Please,” I whisper.

Instead of sealing our lips together, he continues talking. “You’re going to get all hot and bothered while I’m kissing you, and then I’m going to reach under your T-shirt and finger you until you come.”

My breath hitches before all the air leaves my lungs. He’s so confident. And holy shit, but a tightness forms in my belly. It’s the feeling I get when I’m rubbing my clit just before I come. A rush of arousal comes out of my pussy. I’m so wet that it’s running over my thigh to soak the sheet.

My breasts feel heavy, and I want to reach up and touch them. Pinch my own nipples. I need the pressure. If I had the confidence, I would twist them to the point of pain.

“Say yes, Blair. Ask me to kiss you and make you come.”

I swallow. My mouth is dry. “Please kiss me, Adrian. And if you make me come, I’ll be at the courthouse at nine with a bouquet in my hand.”

His smile is broad and promising. “Better be prepared to get up early then. We’re going to need to call my sisters-in-law until we find one who has a dress that will fit you. I don’t imagine you want to get married in this T-shirt.”

“What if it’s still storming?”

“Then we’ll get wet.”