I want nothing more than to read the next sex scene in Noah's book. But I am going to wait until he gets here so we can talk about exactly what I wanted to talk to him about…Sex.

           A knock on my door excites me. “Come in,” I say, and watch as Loryn slowly peeks her head in.

           “Hey.” She says and waves her hand. “I’m going to hang out with Bryan. He’s my victim this week. I’ll be home later.”

           “Okay,” I say while swiping through my phone. “Don’t have too much fun. I know how you get when you’ve been waiting longer than usual.”

           “And how long has it been for you?” She jokes. “Not including that wild night last week. I still can’t get over the way you walked out of the bedroom the next morning. You didn’t even work that day.”

           Every part of my body radiates with arousal as my mind goes back to that night. “If not being able to walk after sex with him is a price I have to pay, then I will pay it every time.”

           “How big?” She asks and raises her eyebrows. “I know we talked a little about it, but not enough. And I thought you said that was the only time?”

           I run my tongue along my bottom lip. “It is not about the size with that man. It’s about what he knows how to do. And yeah. That might be the only time I sleep with him…maybe.”

           “Okay.” She says. And yeah. They have to know how to work it, but size still helps.”

           “Mm…” I moan from the back of my throat. “It’s what he does with that thing, Loryn. You’ve read his books. You know.”

           “But size still helps.” She argues.

           I shake my head. “He’s thick. Too thick. And if I guessed inches, I’d say eight, maybe nine when he pushes all the way in.”

           “Jesus!” She roars in shock. “And you took the entire fucking thing?”

           I nod with a seductive smile while biting my bottom lip. “In my mouth too.”

           “Hey, ladies,” Noah says as he walks in. “What are we talking about?”

           “Nothing.” Loryn is quick to lie. “And Jesus, Noah! Knock much? I’m going to go. You two don’t have too much fun.”

           “We aren’t,” I say, giving Noah a serious look. “We are only talking.”

           And the look in Noah’s eyes has him believing we are never having sex again. And I don’t blame him for thinking that. I don’t think I can be and do what he wants.

           Loryn is quick to leave, and Noah closes the door behind him as he walks in. I scoot over, allowing him to sit on the bed next to me.

           He exhales a disappointed-sounding breath. “Something tells me this isn’t going to be a conversation I want.”

           I slide my hand along his hand, feeling that insatiable hunger inside of me, fighting me. “What we did last week, Noah. It was phenomenal. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life. But you were clear on it being either one time or continuing forever. I can’t be what you want. I can’t take that type of sex the way you give it. I don’t know how any woman can.”

           “Women do.” He says, lowering his head and looking disappointed. “I don’t care if you can’t handle that type of sex. I could be normal. It’s not something we have to do.”

           “No,” I interject softly. “But you will eventually need that type of sex. It’s just life. You’re going to crave it, and your hunger will only grow. This thing between us can’t be whatever it is you want.”

           “Harper. I promise you. If this thing continues between us, it’d be just sex. I don’t need all that other shit. I can be vanilla like you’d want.”

           Does he like me that much?

           “Why me, Noah? Why a normal person like me? What I allowed you to do to me last week was not who I normally am. You most likely won't see that version of me.”

           “I know!” He argues. “And I’m…”

           His phone vibrates, forcing him to stop talking and glance down at his phone. “Jesus Christ!” He flips. “This girl is fucking crazy!”

           “Who?” I ask, growing wildly curious and leaning over, brushing against him to glance at his phone.

           “Megan!” He waves his hand at his phone with disappointment. “She stopped by the office today, once again trying to convince me to sleep with her. She threw herself at me. And then I convinced her to leave me alone and find someone else to fuck.”

I chuckle. “You didn’t.”

“I did.” He argues playfully. “I was blunt with her. It’s like whatever I said to her, she listened. She called me sir and…”

“There’s a reason we call you sir.” I say and look down between his legs.”

“You don’t get to say that.” He says with disappointment. “You’re trying to stop this between us. You can’t call me sir.”

I look at his phone, ignoring the truth between us. “What did she write you?”

He slowly shakes his head and huffs with disbelief. “It’s not what she wrote. It’s what she sent. She told me she was going to fuck a stranger and record the whole video and send it to me. I told her multiple times not to do it. She ignored my wishes.”

           “You’re fucking kidding me,” I say with surprise and glance at the clear view of a woman's vagina. “Oh, you are not kidding me.”

           Noah presses play and the first thing in the video is the bottom of a man’s shaft sliding in and out of a pussy. It’s a close view and I can hear the slipping and slapping.

           Loud moans from both of them overpower the sound of him clapping her cheeks. But the sliding and slapping sound still takes precedence.

           My eyes narrow as I scoot closer to Noah, part of my body softly alerting me to the arousal the video is trying to create in me. Arousal that I need to fight.

           “Why is the camera so close to her pussy” I say and watch as the camera moves away. “Oh, never mind.”

           I watch as whoever the male is sets the phone down like he’s connecting it to a tripod, giving a full view of the bed and Megan's naked body, begging for him to return.

           Noah clears his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable, and I can’t bite back my smile. “What’s wrong, Noah?” I say playfully, scooting closer to him, only because I am enjoying the video.

           Noah holds the phone at eye level as he adjusts his tie. “I’m not one who usually watches sex videos.” He admits, while the tiniest beads of sweat become visible on his forehead.

           Noah Adams is always in charge and takes control of every situation. The man does not sweat unless he’s busy exercising or fucking. The fact that he’s sweating over this video has me wildly curious.

           “And we just began watching this,” I say softly. “She’s beautiful. And to think, you turned her down? I’m a woman and I’d sleep with her.”

           Noah quickly turns his attention to me and then back to the camera. “She said the same thing about you. When she tried getting into my pants, I told her how I was happy with my current ‘relationship’ which…by the way… you did a good job of getting her to buy our fake relationship. She said that she could understand why I chose you. You have an aura about you…”

           “I’m basic.” I interrupt while not being able to peel my eyes away from the video. “I’m the most basic girl there can be. There is nothing special about me.”

           We both fall silent as Megan’s moans take over. I watch as this stranger slams his cock into her, fucking her like a jackrabbit. It’s arousing, and I can feel myself getting damp in my panties, but it’s a basic sex video. Nothing extreme.

           “I almost feel bad for her,” Noah says and goes to set the phone down.

           “Don’t!” I command and wrap my hand around his wrist. “I want to watch more.”

           He scoffs with disbelief and maybe a little disgust. “Why? It’s basic sex. He’s fucking her missionary with an average-sized cock…and I’m not judging. But if she’s trying to make me jealous, this isn’t doing the job. I feel bad for her. She forced herself on me, getting what she wanted. She knows what sex with me feels like. And she’s stuck with some ‘jackrabbit-fucking’ average Joe who cannot produce sex the way Megan wants it. I almost can’t stand the girl. But I know her hunger for sex is not what he’s giving her. She’s going to keep looking for more and something fucking tells me she’s going to continue sending me these videos.”

            My lips curl into a smile as I glance between his legs and see the outline of his cock rising in his pants. “I thought you said the video wasn’t a turn-on?”

           “It’s porn, Harper.” He argues and looks between his legs. “I never once said it wasn’t a turn-on. And let’s not forget I’m a man who used to have sex multiple times a day. The wind can arouse me. I don't agree that it’s my fault either. I can thank Ivy for that.”

           “Why me?” I ask, fighting the urge to kiss him because God knows I want to. “I’m basic. I can’t have sex with you. Why do you want me?”

           “It’s not even about want.” He argues. “It’s about comfort, I guess. When Ivy left everything sucked. There was no feeling inside of me. She killed that. Then that same night when I met you and we talked on the bar roof, I felt like a match struck inside of me and relit something. Then I moved on, and you did whatever you did, and things were fine. But when we fucked, I expected it just to be sex and nothing more. We are good friends, and I like you as a friend. But the sex between us made me feel like I had something to hold onto in my life again. It’s not about doing weird sex shit with you. It’s about being around you, and I don’t want to lose that. Even if it means I can’t fuck you. I at least want you in my life.”