He jerked and arched up before doing his best to ease back. Then he yanked her hips down, her sex to his mouth. “Winner gets a shower. Loser has to do all the washing.”

Her answer was to suck harder.

Needless to say, he ended up cleaning her when they finally made it to the shower.

Because his Justine was such a dirty, dirty girl.

CHAPTER 17

The Sunday movie made her laugh, and it took Justine’s mind off yesterday’s unreal time with Xavier.

After the amusing horror-comedy, she and Katie sat in their favorite diner for an early dinner when Katie said, “Okay, spill it. Something happened. I can tell. You’re being weird.”

“Define weird.”

“It’s not something I can put my finger on. You seem preoccupied.”

“Um, yeah. With that movie we just saw.”

“No, it’s more than that. Tell me.”

The server stopped by their table. “Ladies, can I take your order?”

After he left, Justine said to Katie, “Well, yesterday, ah, Xavier came over.” She glanced around and lowered her voice, leaning toward her friend. “We had sex.”

“Yuss!” Katie pumped her hand in the air.

“Shh.” Justine frowned, and Katie hunched a little in her seat.

“Sorry. Well? I need specifics, woman.”

Without going into too much detail, Justine confessed what had happened.

Katie just sat there for a moment. “Holy bananas. All morning long? Like, for hours?”

“Yeah.” Justine sighed. “It was like a dream.”

“Or a porn movie.”

Justine flushed. “Indoor voice, Katie.”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just... Xavier. Wow. I knew he had the hots for you. Obviously, you felt it too. So now what?”

“That’s the weird thing. Our chemistry was crazy. I’ve never been with anyone like that before. Like, we were made for each other.” She groaned. “That sounds so stupid, but I can’t explain it.”

“I get you. The hard part is when you have physical chemistry with someone but nothing else. So you think the great time between the sheets should equal a great relationship, and it doesn’t.” Katie huffed. “Although at this point, I’d settle for some great between-the-sheets action.”

“Oh, so your last date didn’t work out?”

“Work out? He was rude to the servers, drank too much, and insisted I split the bill, of which I really owed maybe a third. Needless to say, I told him never to call me again.”

“You told him that to his face?”

“Of course not. He was obnoxious and drunk. After I shoved him into an Uber, I waited until the next day. Then I texted him and told him to lose my number. Haven’t heard from him since.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, so if you have something golden with Xavier, why not go for it?”

“That’s the weird thing.” Justine paused while the server brought their food. As they ate, she continued, “We hugged and hung out for a while after all the sex. Then we talked about what happened. I swear, it felt surreal. I wasn’t embarrassed or anything. Somehow, we agreed to continue being friends and not let what we did affect that.”