His Curvy Infatuation

Brantley

How long were you supposed to wait after the woman you loved’s marriage blew up before you asked her out? A week? A month? Longer? 

Her divorce was final, and I was not missing my second chance with Valentina. Helping on her so-called ‘pleasure quest’ was a bonus. Oh, the things I wanted to show her. But it wasn’t just about one kind of pleasure. I wanted to help her find all the things that brought her joy. 

As a friend, of course. Because that’s what we were. Best friends. But if I never told her I wanted more, I’d regret it forever. It was a risk. It could end our friendship. But no risk, no reward. Being with her would be the biggest reward ever, so I had to take the risk. Valentina was worth it. 


Valentina

A pleasure quest? Why the hell not? I had nothing to lose. My dignity and privacy were shattered the day my ex-husband’s girlfriend showed up at my house. Throwing him out was the best decision I’d ever made. And it felt good. 

Maybe I did know something that brought me pleasure. But I wanted more. Preferably without the heartache before the pleasure. 

Brantley volunteered to be my partner in the experiment. Pushing me to try new things. He was the perfect person to explore with. Patient and kind and… sexy? Was I allowed to think that way about my best friend? 

We’d always been friends. But pleasure tends to blur lines. Getting to know Brantley was fun. Enlightening. Intoxicating. But the more time we spent together, the more I wondered if the best thing in my life had been right in front of me all along.