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squirmed, but Nate knew how to keep me still. He licked his finger and pressed against my entrance, shushing me as he pushed inside. I groaned, but his profanity bit harder. I clenched over his finger. He stared at me in awe.

“Fuck, Mandy.” It wasn’t polite to talk with his mouth full. “You weren’t this hot before. How badly do you want me?”

“Bad.”

“How much do you want to come?”

“Too much.”

“You can. Anytime you want.” His tongue flicked harder against my clit. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you again.”

Dangerous conversation, but I could do nothing to shift it, not while he lapped at me and buried his finger deep in my pussy.

“Tell me you’ve wanted me.” His order was hard to ignore as he curled his finger against that perfect spot inside me. “Don’t deny it, Mandy. Tell me I’m the best pleasure you’ve ever gotten.”

Technically he was. I wouldn’t argue with it. I nodded.

“Better than your other boyfriends?”

Again, I couldn’t lie. “Yes.”

Nate sensed me tense. It was the wrong time for that pleasure, but I couldn’t stop it. I gasped and writhed and bucked against his finger as he drew long and teasing strokes. He grinned as the trembling overtook me. My core superheated, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

The orgasm stole my rationality, common sense, and ability to lie. I clenched and exploded as his mouth suckled at my clit.

“Tell me I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had.”

I couldn’t stop the truth or my honesty. They blended into one, and I cried out.

“You were the only one I ever had.”

The orgasm stole my vision, hearing, and every other part of me that might have been embarrassed to reveal the truth. Why didn’t it stop my heart? Was it too much to ask for momentary muteness? Amnesia? Insanity?

What the hell did I just say?

I crashed hard, and my pleasure wasn’t there to catch me. My breath drew harsh and ragged over the desperate heat in my core. I wanted more. So much more.

But first I had to do damage control.

Nate pulled away as I shamefully quivered against the desk.

Did I leave a wet spot? Oh dear God.

His eyes widened. “That night…were…were you a virgin?”

There wasn’t a classy way to confirm or deny that. I looked down.

“Holy shit,” he said. “I didn’t know. I just thought you were…uptight. In more ways than the obvious.”

Awkward. The word he wanted was awkward.

My fingers didn’t respond quick enough to untuck the panties bound against a very sensitive place. I swept my skirt over my legs instead and forced myself upright.

“Mandy…” Nate ran a hand through his hair, tangling it in the blonde. “Why… didn’t you say anything. You didn’t even act like…”

“It’s fine.” I swallowed. “You said we wouldn’t talk about it.”

“No, I said we wouldn’t talk about what happened today. This was sex a month ago. You didn’t tell me you were a virgin.”

Hadn’t told him I was pregnant yet either. I was 0-2.

“It wasn’t important,” I said.

“Like hell. If I knew, I would have…”

I smirked. “What? Gone slower? Been more tender?”

Nate leapt to his feet. “I probably wouldn’t have chased you.”

“Don’t kid yourself.”

“I would have made it better.”

“You couldn’t have made it any better than it was.” I crossed my legs and twisted my fingers in the skirt. Honesty was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to relieve me. “That night was special to me. And it was amazing. And it was fun.”

Nate set his jaw. “But?”

“That’s all this is. All you want.”

“What’s wrong with that?” He pointed to the desk. “Lay down. I’ll prove how much fun I can be.”

“I need more than fun.”

“Why?” Nate held me before I tumbled onto my wobbly, satisfied legs. “Fun is what you need. You’re wound tight, and you’re upset. Let me show you that there’s another side to life—one that doesn’t require love, marriage, and fairy tales.”

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to see what he could offer. But all the fun and games and messing around in the world wouldn’t make my life any easier.

“I have to believe in fairy tales now,” I said.

It was hard to say, hard to feel, hard to admit, especially as Nate stared so intently at me, wanting more than just my excuses. My voice weakened.

Why did it hurt so much to say?

“And I’m afraid you aren’t the right prince.”

6

Mandy

I parked my butt in the hospital cafeteria and waited for Rick. He was never too busy for