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He knew. He was just teasing.

“Instagram would implode.”

“Most probably.”

“So. What do you know about lube?”

That was me, changing the subject. And then I promptly swallowed my tongue as my dick jumped.

My dick. Funny how I was reacquainting myself with it, learning those ropes, figuring out that Dylan just needed to look at me and suddenly I was working just fine. No worries at all.Strange.

Awfully nice, too.

“Lube,” he said, a smile growing on his face. “What are we like? Okay. We’re back to sex.”

“Yes,” I huffed, adjusting myself. “I have condoms.”

“And lube.”

“Yes,” I admitted. Not proud. Rather…presumptuous.

“And where have you stashed this little haul of items?”

Dylan. He made me laugh.

“It might be next to the bed.”

“And from holidays to fear of flying, we’re now back to penetrative sex.”

“It sounds weird, calling it that.”

“Perhaps. Would you prefer saying anal?”

I’d lied about overcoming the embarrassment. It was alive and well. Right here.

“So,” he said, kicking off the duvet, leaving the two of us stark naked. “You take lube, smear it all over us, pray we don’t slide off the bed and go for it?”

“Might be a little simplified,” I suggested. “We need to…loosen you up.”

“So we’re doing this?”

“Do you want to?”

Romance was dead. Totally.

“I think you should kiss me. Maybe use that mouth of yours, see how I feel about it.”

Tease.

I liked it. My dick was in the game. I scrambled around the floor, searching with my fingertips, and produced a pharmacy bag.

“Romantic. I was hoping for roses and chocolates.”

“No. Just bog-standard lubricant and branded condoms. The expensive kind.”

“You big spender, you.”

“Nothing but the best for my…darling.”