![]() After all, I’ve heard more of their stories than I care to remember. I wanted to meet my girlfriends for drinks and share my own earth-shattering orgasm stories. My moans, fingernail digs, passionate kisses, deep breaths and even a few name screams, were as much for my own benefit as his. ![]() Shit, I deserved an Academy Award for the act I put on during sex with Nathan. It wasn’t as though I didn’t give it the old college try, either. My friends were already fighting over the maid of honor position in our wedding because on the surface we were the perfect couple. ![]() Good job, great dresser, polite, and hey, he seemed to like me a lot. Let’s face it, you can’t always choose what turns you on. It curves in beautiful shapes and colors, like strokes of paint on an artist’s canvas. My arrow doesn’t point straight like a stick of uncooked spaghetti. To Jessica Ruth, my wonderful editor, whose gentle suggestions and words of encouragement helped Tessa find her way to a fabulous HEA. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ![]() All names, characters, and places are fictitious. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. ![]() Published by Evernight Publishing ® at Smashwords ![]()
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