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Working the vibe slowly inside me, I can’t help but feel like maybe I haven’t just been missing out on career opportunities while messing around with Tyler, but maybe on hooking up too. And when the vibrator hits a spot my ex-boyfriend could never find, I start to wonder if playing the single game and having fun might be the way forward.

Jenna told me for months that I could do better, and each time, I told her that beyond my relationship with Tyler, I couldn’t picture being with anyone else.

As I move the wand between my legs, my knees begin to shake under the weight of intense pleasure.

Perhaps I don’t need to have a relationship with anyone. Maybe what I really need is to date and have casual sex. Maybe all I need is to take the pressure off me to find the right guy and settle down for a while.

I hit the next setting up on the wand and throw my head back into the pillow, drawing my bottom lip between my teeth.

God, this is good.

It’s kind of sad that my vibrator can get me off when my ex-boyfriend couldn’t.

I push Tyler out of my mind and flick Scarlett to her highest setting, suppressing a moan when the vibrations take me right there. I can feel it building, every single thread of knotted tension unraveling as blissful waves crash over me.

My orgasm threatens to break through, and I’m right on the verge of tipping over as I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on just me and this moment.

Until I’m not seeing darkness any longer, and I fall over the edge when Jack’s face comes into view, his broad shoulders and toned abs moving above me. His dimple pops on a sexy smile, and his floppy brown hair falls over his blue eyes.

“You like that, Kendra?”

I bolt up on the bed and look around, unsure if I’m hallucinatingor dreaming. One thing is for sure: Jack Morgan is not in my bed, but he sure as fuck was in my head a second ago.

Pushing the covers back quickly, I lean across and flick on a side lamp, flooding the living room with soft light.

What the fuck just happened?

I drop Scarlett onto my duvet and shoot out of bed, padding into the kitchen and flicking on the coffee maker. I grab an overturned mug from the drainer and grip it with both hands as I lean back against the counter.

I’ve never thought about Jack in that way. Sure, I’ve thought he was good-looking, but never … like that.

“Babe?” Jenna stands in the space separating the kitchen and hallway, her fluffy pink robe wrapped around her. “You okay? You look kind of shocked.”

My eyes flick over to the sofa bed, and against the crisp white duvet, Scarlett is unmissable.

My cheeks flush when Jenna follows my gaze across the room, and she pins her bottom lip between her teeth, suppressing amusement.

“Did I interrupt something?” she goads.

At twenty-five, she’s not exactly innocent—definitely not with the way she and Lee go at it every night—but I can’t help the heat as it spreads throughout my body.

“Coffee?” I say, turning away as I grab a second cup and quickly fill it.

She clears her throat and then walks toward me, and I spin back around, offering the drink to her.

She takes it, eyeing me cautiously.

“Go on. Say whatever’s on your mind,” I drawl on a futile breath.

She raises a brow, bringing the cup to her lips. “I was just thinking about the last time I saw that flush on your cheeks.”

I cock my head to the side, eyes narrowing at my friend. “Oh yeah? When?”

She takes a small sip but keeps the rim to her mouth, tryingto hide her smugness. “Oh, I think you know when you last had that kind of reaction.”

I continue to play dumb, picking up my own cup and adding sweetener. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

She spins around and makes her way back to the bedroom, but not before she stops, turning to look over her shoulder. “I’ll give you a hint: you told me he was the only guy you accepted a drink from that night.”