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feel desirable.”
    “Maybe you should just fake it.”
    “ Fake it?” Fake what? An orgasm? No need to do that—they were plentiful when the mood struck and she was really into sex.
    “Make it ’til you fake it. Wait. No—got that backwards,” Josie chuckled. “Basically, be willing to start having sex and see whether your interest catches up.”
    “You mean pretend I want something I don’t?” Laura could hear her own voice go flat.
    “I mean be willing. Show up for your own sex life. The guys are there with a fucking 20-foot billboard that says “Make Love to Us” and hard-ons the size of tree trunks, all pointed at you! Be willing to touch them and let them touch you, Laura. Just start with that. Don’t overthink it.”
    Don’t overthink it . “Easy for you to say.”
    “No, it’s not.”
    “You have the libido of a seventeen year old boy.”
    Josie didn’t argue. “I had to get over myself, though, to let Alex love me and to love him back,” Josie reminded her.
    “You think I’m the same way with sex? Because I am so not as fucked up in my sex life as you are in your emotional life.”
    “Nothing has to be ‘fair and balanced,’ here,” Josie huffed. “This isn’t Fox News.”
    They both laughed. “Now get off the phone and go get into a mess of six arms and legs and tongues—”
    “Six tongues?”
    “You know what I meant. Go get dirty, Laura. Have raunchy, awesome, mind-blowing sex with the fathers of your baby. Enjoy yourself. Alex and I have Jillian and we sure as hell won’t be having any sex tonight, so go be the ones getting some for once.” Click . Josie ended the call, leaving Laura no choice. Only a best friend could do that.  
    Leave you to your own devices at the exact moment when you just want to be an ostrich and pretend you don’t need to deal with real life.
    Laura loved her and hated her for it.
    “Laura?” Mike called out from the living room.
    Josie was right. It was time to show up. Catching a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door, she gasped—and then stopped. The mental torture dissipated. This was silly.
    And the whole mascara-raccoon look really didn’t do it for her. Giggling (and enjoying the sound from her), she wiped her eyes, splashed some cold water on her face, and used the magic of the lavender-infused tissues to clean herself up. A deep, shaky breath or two and she opened the door, walking toward the bed, and looked up to find:
    Dylan and Mike, completely naked, stretched out on the bed. Mike dangled a pair of handcuffs from one finger, while Dylan held a large champagne flute in his hand, stretched out for her to take.
    “Subtle,” she said, taking the drink. She downed it in one huge gulp.
    “That’s Taittinger—” Mike protested as Dylan interrupted him with a dark look.
    Laura couldn’t stop herself from laughing at the scene. Mike’s long, tan, taut legs didn’t even come to the end of the enormous bed, his erection standing proud, making Laura feel a prickly heat flow through her as her eyes took him in greedily. As if that weren’t enough, Dylan lounged on the bed like a model in the middle of a shoot, one knee up, the other stretched out, his own massive cock at attention, as if it were the focal piece for a photograph.
    In her mind, it was.
    And between them, a space just right for her. Instead of climbing into the bed and over one of the guys, she started from the base and crawled up, her eyes shifting from one man to the other, their bodies and coloring so starkly different yet blazingly rich. Tall, blonde Mike and thick, muscled Dylan, with his swarthy complexion and riveting eyes. Both made her smolder, and both made her see that all her fears were baseless, her insecurities an old relic left over from a time when she hadn’t felt loved enough.
    No need for those thoughts any more.
    Dylan’s warm palm slipped under her panties, cupping her ass, and then Mike’s nimble fingers made quick