“Oh, no?” Vee challenged. “Remember, I saw the way he looked at you the other day. That man is obsessed with you.”
“No, he’s not. I mean, he did meet me from work to tell me he’d never dated, but he wants something more with me. And we’re telling the kids about us this week. And this morning he…” I blushed, remembering that I came so hard in the kitchen thatJax had to hold me up because my legs gave way. “Asked me if I was his.”
The three of them swooned like we were watchingBridgerton.
“Stop it. All of you. You’re supposed to talk some sense into me. Tell me it won’t work. That I’m too old for him.”
“Nope,” Lizzy replied while the other two shook their heads.
Vee took my hand. “Are you happy?” I nodded, sheepishly. “And that’s all we care about,” she added.
I took a sip of my drink, needing a little Dutch courage to ask what I wanted to know. “I do have a question about s.e.x.” My voice was so low it was a wonder they could hear me, let alone anyone nearby catch wind of what I was about to ask.
“If you're doing the thing, you have to be able to say the thing, Helen. Remember, we talked about this. They're just words and you’re allowed to say them,” Lizzy admonished.
“Fine. I have a sex question.” I still whispered the word sex because I’d die if anyone overheard me talking like this.
“Better.” She smiled. “Go ahead.”
“Is it normal for men to make you orgasm…” I looked around to make sure no one was listening. “Likea lotbut never want you to touch them? To claim that they get off on you getting off?”
“Pleasure Dom,” Vee replied instantly.
“You’re making that up,” I scoffed.
“Nope. It’s a thing. People who get turned on by other people’s pleasure. Controlling their orgasms, edging them, making them come excessively until they beg them to stop.”
I shook my head, my mouth hanging in an O shape.
“How do you even know that, Vee?” Becks asked before downing the rest of her drink.
“Romance books. Sally and I love them. She likes to read them to me.” She winked. “The darker and spicier, the better. And Pleasure Doms are definitely a popular trope these days.”
“Okay,” I replied, stretching the word as I tried to focus on what she’d said about Jax and not on her and her wife reading sex scenes to each other. “But Jax isn’t like that. Not really. I mean, the orgasms are a lot and he does seem to get turned on by me… you know—”
“Coming. The word is coming,” Lizzy added before I could finish.
“I was going to say that,” I huffed.
“No, you weren’t. You were probably going to say releasing or opening your lady flower or some other shit.”
They burst into fits of laughter, and after a second, I joined in, realising that, until recently, that would probably be exactly what I'd have said.
“Is that before or after he slides into your velvet lady glove?” Vee added, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
The conversation descended into chaos as we all kept adding cringe-worthy lines and the stress of my day dissolved.
Jax
“Did you hear the news?” Jimmy walked into my office and took a seat across from me without waiting to be invited.
I looked up from where I was filling out an incident report from the job we’d just got back from.
“Please, come in, Jimmy. Make yourself at home. What news?”
“Sorry, but you’re going to want to hear this.”
I turned from my computer, placing my hands on the desk and giving him my full attention.