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second orgasm I would have. “One of your action movies?”
    “Of course!” I pulled the blanket up to my chin. “ Kaboom! ”
    “Get some rest, crazy-head. I’ll talk to you in a few days.”
    He kissed my forehead and moved to get his things. I would normally have gotten up and followed him around until he left, but I wasn’t able to move. My busy brain had kicked back in and I’d begun pondering. I neatly labeled the issue Gareth , opened a mental file and began to compile a list of my concerns.
    I don’t remember hearing him leave.

Chapter Two
     
    “You know, I think I might need to break things off with Gareth.”
    The plate Connie had been drying dropped to the sink with a crash as she spun around to glare at me. “What the hell are you talking about? You can’t break up with him. You’re perfect for each other.”
    Now, I always tell Connie everything, it’s been our thing since we became best friends. She’s heard all my frustrations, my fears, hell, she knows when my period is going to start before I do. But I’d been a tiny bit terrified to say anything to her about this because I knew this was the reaction I was going to get.
    I’d chosen to face this particular conversation sitting down. My coffee mug was hot enough to burn my hands, but I held on tight. Pain was always helpful when I was trying to focus. Something else Gareth had taught me.
    Gareth.
    I’d barely slept the night before as I mentally battled with myself over this. I knew I’d somehow let things get too emotional on my end. And he’d been clear from the start—at this stage he wasn’t ready to get into a relationship. He wasn’t saying never, just not right now.
    I wanted now.
    “The thing is, he doesn’t seem to want to move beyond what we have going.” Truth was, I wasn’t sure if he’d ever be ready to move on. I can’t imagine the pain he went through, losing a wife that way. And while I wouldn’t expect a person would ever get over something like that, I hoped that after four years he might be ready to let someone else in.
    Perhaps me.
    Connie flipped the dish towel over her shoulder, leaned back against the counter and crossed her arms. “Spill.”
    Really, talking about my period was less embarrassing than trying to converse about this with her. “He doesn’t want to have sex with me.”
    “Umm, hello. I’ve been kicked out of the bloody condo on more than one occasion because the two of you have been doing the nasty.”
    If only. “Well, he’s been doing things to me.”
    “You say if as if it’s a bad thing.”
    “It isn’t.” God, was I really complaining about the fact I’d been getting awesome orgasms? Apparently. “He’s been helping me explore my limits and learn what I enjoy with this stuff. And I love talking to him.”
    “Then why the hell are you thinking about breaking up with him? That doesn’t make even a little bit of sense.”
    “Because he won’t have sex with me. Actually take his wonderfully hung cock and put it into my very willing vagina. He’ll go without coming before he’d do that to me and I don’t know why.”
    Actually, that was a lie. I knew exactly why he wouldn’t fuck me—his deceased wife.
    I’ve never considered myself to be a jealous woman before now, but I couldn’t deny that I held a small measure of that emotion toward a woman who I’m sure was a wonderful lady. Gareth loved her, still did, and I was scared there wasn’t going to be any room for me inside him.
    Connie came over and fell into the chair across from me. “Stephen asked me the other day how I thought the two of you were making out. He’s been worried about Gareth for a while now.”
    It had taken a while for me to learn about Stephen and Gareth. They’d been friends for years, coming into the scene around the same time. Where Gareth was quiet and thoughtful, Stephen was more showy and vocal. Connie loved that Stephen would let his Dom tendencies slip into their outside lives.