Chapters (29)
- Back Cover Text
- Dear Reader
- Booklist
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Fatal Series FAQs
- About the Fatal series
- About the Author
- Carina Press BPA
- Copyright
“True,” Sam said with a laugh that belied the nerves that fluttered in her belly at the thought of broaching this particular subject—even with Tracy, who was probably her closest friend in addition to being her big sister.
Tracy nudged Sam with her shoulder. “Just say it. After fifteen years of marriage and three kids, you can’t shock me.”
“Have you and Mike ever... God, this is embarrassing.”
“There’s not much Mike and I haven’t done, so spit it out.”
“Have you done anal?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Really?”
“Back when we were having sex—before Brooke went ballistic and ruined a lot of things, including our sex life—we did it fairly regularly. It’s been a few months since we did anything, though. At this point, plain vanilla is looking pretty darned good to me.”
“I’m sure it is.” Sam couldn’t imagine going a couple of days without sex with Nick, let alone months.
“Are you guys talking about trying that?”
“We’ve almost done it a couple of times, but we always stop before it actually happens. It drives me crazy to know he’s done it before, that he’s done something with another woman that he hasn’t done with me. Isn’t that stupid?”
“It’s not stupid that you want to be his one and only, Sam. How do you know he’s done it before?”
“I asked him if he had, and he shrugged. He’s too much of a gentleman to spill the dirty deets, but he didn’t deny it. Knowing he’s done it before, he’s done that with someone else but not me... I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“It’s not something you should do if you don’t really want to. It’s not for everyone.”
“I think I want to.” Sam’s skin suddenly felt too tight for her body and her palms were sweaty just thinking about some of their recent encounters. “Sometimes I think there’s nothing I wouldn’t do with him.”
Tracy fanned her face. “That’s very hot.”
“Tell me the truth, does it hurt like hell?”
“It’s more uncomfortable than painful—at first. But the orgasms...whoa. Unlike any others.”
“What makes it so much hotter than the regular way?”
“The fact that it’s a little bit forbidden—not to mention illegal in some places. It’s a huge leap of trust between partners, among other things, that you have to experience to appreciate. After the election, you should take him out to the cabin and rock his world.”
“I’d rather do it right here. Did I tell you about what he did in the loft upstairs?”
“I don’t think so.”