Page 102 of Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail

Astrid smacked Jordan’s arm, which quickly turned into a glide around her neck, a deep inhale of Jordan’s skin.

“This is nice,” Astrid said, pressing her nose to Jordan’s throat.

Jordan kissed her on the top of her head. “It is.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

Jordan laughed. “Yeah, we’ve established that.”

“No, not... not sex.This.” She waved her hand around the room, where half-drunk glasses of wine dotted her nightstands, clothes dappled the floor, and towels could be seen on the tile through the bathroom door where she and Jordan had taken a shower together.

Twice.

“Spent all weekend with someone like this,” Astrid said. “Having sex, eating delivery food, not caring about anything else.”

Jordan tucked a strand of hair behind Astrid’s ear. “I haven’t either, actually.”

Astrid’s eyes went wide. “Never? Not with...” She couldn’t say the woman’s name and suddenly had a very strong urge to change the subject. With Meredith’s thoughts about the inn’s design hovering in the back of Astrid’s mind all night long, she worried they were still hovering in Jordan’s too.

She wanted to silence those thoughts, every word Meredith said to her. Because they weren’t true. Not even a little bit. Astrid wasn’t using Jordan. She wasn’t. ShelikedJordan.

Maybe she even more than liked her.

She opened her mouth to talk about something else, but Jordan frowned and flopped onto her back, staring at the ceiling. “We didn’t even have a real honeymoon. We stayed in a condo in Tybee Island for a couple of nights, but even then, it was like... I don’t know. We’d have sex, maybe twice a day. And it was good, but it was almost like...” She blinked, as though she was just realizing whatever she was about to say for the first time. “It was like we were just checking it off our list. Something wehaddo because we were married.”

Astrid wasn’t sure what to say to that. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little bit happy that this sex marathon they’d been running was Jordan’s first time too, but another part of her ached for Jordan, for all the memories that made her feel like some item on a list.

“Well,” she said, aligning her body with Jordan’s. She danced her fingers down Jordan’s breasts, down her stomach, until she found the curls between her legs still wet. “I don’t feel like Ihaveto do this at all.”

She slipped one finger inside.

Jordan’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Or this,” Astrid said, inserting another finger and pressing her palm against Jordan’s clit.

“Fuck,” Jordan hissed, her hips bucking against Astrid’s hand. “Did you read up on that little trick too?”

“Maybe I did. And I definitely didn’t have to.” And then Astrid proceeded to do truly wicked things with her fingers that had Jordan clutching the sheets so tightly, her hand ached for an hour after she came.

BY THE TIMESunday morning arrived, the orgasm tally was up to ten. Astrid came out of her bedroom in such a sex haze, it took her a second to realize that Jordan had covered her kitchen counter with all manner of baking supplies.

Astrid approached slowly, wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a pale green cropped T-shirt that showed her midriff, something she thought she may have bought for actual yoga but was positive she’d never actually worn.

Jordan stood at the coffee maker, her back to Astrid, and she wore nothing but her own sports bra and a pair of Astrid’s pajama shorts, the sight of which sort of turned Astrid on.

Astrid watched her for a second, Jordan’s fingers tapping on the granite counter, a little braid plaited through her golden brown hair right at the part, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing.

Something giddy bubbled up in Astrid’s chest.

“What’s all this?” she asked when she’d finally gotten a grip and could walk into the room without a ridiculous grin on her face.

But then Jordan turned and smiled, and Astrid’s mouth rebelled.

“Hey, you’re up,” Jordan said.

“I’m sore,” Astrid said, walking over to Jordan and capturing her mouth in a quick kiss. She opened the cupboard above the coffee maker and took down two mugs.

“Me too. Who knew Astrid Parker was so obsessed with sex?” Jordan smacked her on the butt.