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“One—lightly toasted please.”
When they were sitting around her dining room table, Delilah delved right back into the topic. “Do I know him?”
Jezebel groaned. Her sister was like a dog with a juicy bone, relentless. But she forced Jezebel to go back to last night, remember in vivid detail what Ramsey Stone had done to her body. This morning, she’d awoken sluggish, stiff and sore, her lower being feeling like she’d run a marathon without any training. Last night had been wild. They’d had sex not once or even twice, but three times. Ramsey was unlike any other lover she’d experienced. Not only was he incredibly well-endowed, the man’s stamina was out of this world.
And that was why she was walking like she had a bowling ball between her legs, because that was how it felt. Sleeping with him was probably not the best idea, but they were adults, capable of making decisions solely for short-term pleasure. Taking him three times in the span of hours, however, was absolutely stupid. After her first orgasm from having him inside of her, he’d allowed her to rest a few hours, then she’d wakened aroused, his fingers playing with her clit. In the span of minutes, he’d made his way back into her body. The third time was a haze...she just remembered feeling so good...having him fuck her slowly, leisurely...He’d spoken low in her ear, alternating between English and another seductive language...
“Do I?”
Jezebel was pulled from her memories. Her sister was staring at her curiously. “What?”
“Do I know him?” Delilah suddenly blinked, then her eyes narrowed. “It’s not Kirk, right? Please tell me that you didn’t go back to Kirkland Douche-bag Ross.”
Jezebel frowned. “No.” Her sister couldn’t possibly believe she’d give that cheating whore another chance. She’d been with Kirk for three years and he’d probably cheated on her for three of those years.
Delilah nodded. “Good.” She sipped her tea. “Well, where’d you meet him? Is he hot? How good was it? Is he big—looks like it.” Her sister smirked. “Are you going to do it again?”
With a slight shake of her head, Jezebel quipped, “My business, not yours.”
“I told you all the deets of my relationships.”
“I never asked for them.”
“That’s just unfair.” She sighed dramatically. “Here I am, stricken with cancer and funless, and you’re having a blast and withholding information from your sick—”
“Guilt-tripping me doesn’t work half as well as it did when you were first diagnosed.”
“I can still try.”
At Delilah’s grin, Jezebel chuckled. Deciding to give her sister a slight bone, she murmured, “His name is Ramsey.”
She should have known better.
“The pharaoh from The Osiris ? You’re banging your masseuse?” Even without Ramsey’s unique, pharaoh-reminiscent name, Delilah had a memory that put most to shame. She squealed in excitement. “Jez, that’s so unlike you. I love it! Details! Details!”
“That’s all I’m saying.”
“Okay, okay, one more question and I’ll leave it alone.”
“What?”
“Are you going to do it again or was this a one-off?”
Jezebel thought about it. This morning, she’d awoken to find Ramsey gone. On his pillow had been a sticky note, Didn’t want to wake you, beautiful. I’ll see you later . In her mind, that was as good as a declaration that what had happened had been a one-time thing. His dirty words last night had been just that: dirty words. He didn’t intend on anything long term, even if was just sex—and she was perfectly fine with that.
“One-off. Now, stop being nosey and eat your breakfast.”
“Who would have thought that you, Ms. Ivy-League-Educated-CEO, would have ever had a one-night stand with your masseuse?” Delilah’s eyes widened in exaggeration and then she brought both hands to her heart. “Mother would be so proud.”
Jezebel tried to be serious, but in minutes, they were both chuckling. It was
When they were sitting around her dining room table, Delilah delved right back into the topic. “Do I know him?”
Jezebel groaned. Her sister was like a dog with a juicy bone, relentless. But she forced Jezebel to go back to last night, remember in vivid detail what Ramsey Stone had done to her body. This morning, she’d awoken sluggish, stiff and sore, her lower being feeling like she’d run a marathon without any training. Last night had been wild. They’d had sex not once or even twice, but three times. Ramsey was unlike any other lover she’d experienced. Not only was he incredibly well-endowed, the man’s stamina was out of this world.
And that was why she was walking like she had a bowling ball between her legs, because that was how it felt. Sleeping with him was probably not the best idea, but they were adults, capable of making decisions solely for short-term pleasure. Taking him three times in the span of hours, however, was absolutely stupid. After her first orgasm from having him inside of her, he’d allowed her to rest a few hours, then she’d wakened aroused, his fingers playing with her clit. In the span of minutes, he’d made his way back into her body. The third time was a haze...she just remembered feeling so good...having him fuck her slowly, leisurely...He’d spoken low in her ear, alternating between English and another seductive language...
“Do I?”
Jezebel was pulled from her memories. Her sister was staring at her curiously. “What?”
“Do I know him?” Delilah suddenly blinked, then her eyes narrowed. “It’s not Kirk, right? Please tell me that you didn’t go back to Kirkland Douche-bag Ross.”
Jezebel frowned. “No.” Her sister couldn’t possibly believe she’d give that cheating whore another chance. She’d been with Kirk for three years and he’d probably cheated on her for three of those years.
Delilah nodded. “Good.” She sipped her tea. “Well, where’d you meet him? Is he hot? How good was it? Is he big—looks like it.” Her sister smirked. “Are you going to do it again?”
With a slight shake of her head, Jezebel quipped, “My business, not yours.”
“I told you all the deets of my relationships.”
“I never asked for them.”
“That’s just unfair.” She sighed dramatically. “Here I am, stricken with cancer and funless, and you’re having a blast and withholding information from your sick—”
“Guilt-tripping me doesn’t work half as well as it did when you were first diagnosed.”
“I can still try.”
At Delilah’s grin, Jezebel chuckled. Deciding to give her sister a slight bone, she murmured, “His name is Ramsey.”
She should have known better.
“The pharaoh from The Osiris ? You’re banging your masseuse?” Even without Ramsey’s unique, pharaoh-reminiscent name, Delilah had a memory that put most to shame. She squealed in excitement. “Jez, that’s so unlike you. I love it! Details! Details!”
“That’s all I’m saying.”
“Okay, okay, one more question and I’ll leave it alone.”
“What?”
“Are you going to do it again or was this a one-off?”
Jezebel thought about it. This morning, she’d awoken to find Ramsey gone. On his pillow had been a sticky note, Didn’t want to wake you, beautiful. I’ll see you later . In her mind, that was as good as a declaration that what had happened had been a one-time thing. His dirty words last night had been just that: dirty words. He didn’t intend on anything long term, even if was just sex—and she was perfectly fine with that.
“One-off. Now, stop being nosey and eat your breakfast.”
“Who would have thought that you, Ms. Ivy-League-Educated-CEO, would have ever had a one-night stand with your masseuse?” Delilah’s eyes widened in exaggeration and then she brought both hands to her heart. “Mother would be so proud.”
Jezebel tried to be serious, but in minutes, they were both chuckling. It was
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