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“We can entertain ourselves.” Jess waved him on. As Dante left the bar to go talk to the guys, Jess turned to me. “Okay,you’re not telling me something. What the hell is going on with you guys? There’s something, I can tell.”

I put my head in my hands. “I know.”

“So, you’re willing to admit it?”

“You’re right. We’ve been meeting on the sly. We’re having rec sex.”

“You’re fucking?” Jess shrieked.

“Well, not right this second.” I squirmed on my stool.

“Spill it, Faith. Now.”

CHAPTER 39

Faith

My head shot up.“Keep it down, will you?”

“Sorry! You just caught me off guard. You mean to tell me that the chick with the six-year plan goes on booty calls?”

“It’s not just a booty call. We’re having a monogamous friends-with-bennies fling.”

“So, you’re dating?”

“No. There’s no emotional involvement. It’s strictly physical.”

Jess rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right.”

“What? You don’t believe me?”

Jess wildly shook her head back and forth.

“I used to play word games on my phone when I needed a break. Now I just?—”

“Now you just play with Dante?”

I opened my mouth in shock, glanced over at Jess, and we both cracked up. Once I caught my breath, I answered, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“What kind of a playmate is he?” Jess sat sideways on her barstool so she could give me her full attention.

“Attentive, aggressive.”

Dante stood talking to the guys by the pool table. I hadn’t noticed earlier, but he was wearing an untucked flannel shirt over a white undershirt. The sleeves were rolled up, and I caught a glimpse of his strong forearms. His jeans clung in the right places, and he hadn’t shaved in a few days. I shifted on my stool. That stubble had felt pretty intense between my thighs.

Jess interrupted my thoughts. “Can I assume you’re enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “For now.”

“Why the big secret? It’s not like he’s some fugly asshole who’s just good in bed. I mean, look at him.” We shifted our attention to the pool table. The guys must have talked Dante into shooting a few rounds, and as we gazed on, he stretched over the pool table, gliding the cue back and forth between his fingers, aiming to sink the eight ball in the corner pocket.

“You’re right. He’s the whole package. Smart, funny, good looking...”

Jess lowered her head and looked up at me. “Really? Good looking? I haven’t even seen him naked, and even I can tell he’s a total hard body.”