'Open a parenthesis whenever we want.'
That's Ian's proposal after the night and morning we've spent together. He left the ball in my court, and I decided to play. Like I said before, I'm an adult, and it's like playing this game.
I never thought a man could make me lose my mind in the midst of s****l intercourse.
There were no inhibitions or embarrassments. Ian knows what he wants and gives as much as he receives. And boy, does the man know how to give.
“Well, Brooke, our software has been reset," whispers my conscience, observing me over its reading glasses. The b***h is inopportune.
However, I smile at myself in the bathroom mirror as I finish putting on my swimsuit. His face was a picture when I settled the matter. I think Ian's ego was slightly bruised. That's what he gets for tr
