CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TATUM
My limbs feel like Jell-O after Easton gave me the o****m of the century. I truly never knew it could be this way. Although I wanted to pleasure him, I was glad for the break so my heart could catch up to my head. I'm not sexually experienced beyond missionary and want nothing more than to make him feel good. Justin was the only man I had been with, but he stopped putting my needs first, even before our marriage fell apart.
But that doesn't mean I don't want to try. They say it's just like riding a bicycle, right?
I wish I was bold enough to text Oakley for tips, but I'm not ready to open that box. She doesn't need all the dirty details, though she’d ask for them.
“Ready to get in the hot tub?” Easton asks after we eat and clean the kitchen.
“Umm...hold on. Can
