Let's Talk About Sext by Evie Claire

Author:Evie Claire
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2019-02-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Phebe

Morning orgasms were an indulgence Phebe could get used to. Especially when they came compliments of the man currently spooning her. Obviously. She hadn’t even suggested he leave last night. That was a first. Usually, the prerequisite after-cuddle that sex demanded made her uncomfortable. And the mere suggestion of someone staying over made her palms sweat. She much preferred sleeping alone. That’s just who she was, and no man had ever made her want to change.

But Brody held her differently than anyone ever had. His arm loosely draped over her waist. He snuggled her back, his breath warm against her neck, like he was content just to touch her. Not the bear hug of a man who wanted to possess her like some trophy for his wall. The warm crook of his naked crotch heated the cool curve of her ass perfectly. Was there any better feeling than parts that had just loved so savagely touching so tenderly? If there was, Phebe didn’t know it.

No, not loved. Fucked. It was just fucking.

Phebe’s phone exploded on the bedside table, shattering the quiet. Instinctively, because she wasn’t used to having to consider anyone else’s feelings, she threw the covers off and pounced on it, hitting speakerphone instead of holding the thing to her ear.

“Hey, Jenn,” she answered her friend’s call with a smile, whipping her hair over the shoulder opposite her phone. Was it Jenn’s call or the endorphins flooding her bloodstream that pulled her lips into a curve? Oh, who was she kidding? Jenn was great, but good dick was fucking fabulous.

Brody’s fingers reached across the sheets to reestablish the lost connection, finding the perfect spot in the angle of her hip. She flinched at the unexpected touch and held his roaming hand in hers to keep it still. She needed to concentrate.

“Hey, Pheebs! I was hoping I could treat you to a cup of coffee after your meeting with Brent this morning.” Jenn’s voice on the other end paused like she was thinking of what else to say. “I know this can’t be easy for you.” Phebe could almost see the way Jenn’s mouth would turn down when using such a sympathetic tone. After a decade of friendship, they knew each other too well at times.

“Thanks, I’d love to grab coffee. Brent never told me where we were meeting. I was just about to text him,” Phebe answered, ignoring the touchy-feely part of Jenn’s offer.

“Oh, well, let’s meet at the club. The dining room will be quiet that time of day. The kids are all in school.”

“Okay.” Phebe grimaced at the suggestion but agreed. Country clubs weren’t really her scene.

“Also, we’re hosting the Boys and Girls Clubs gala at the end of the month. If I bring an extra invitation, do you think you could get it to Joel Stewart? Personally hand-deliver it?” There was a pause, like this was a huge ask. It was, since Phebe wasn’t technically employed yet. But there wasn’t a single charity event in the city that didn’t beg for him—his wallet, at least—to attend.

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