Good Together

By Jenessa Beyer

Things have always been pretty straightforward between Jenna and I. And of course, our physical connection was off the charts.

So I was completely blindsided when she said it was over.

She wants a future. A commitment. Children.

All things I swore I would never get tied up in. But I can’t let her go and I’m going to do everything to keep her from walking away.

I’ll start by reminding her of just how good we are together. With a naughty little present...

Good Together features a woman ready to move on from her ‘friends with benefits’ relationship, and the man determined to make her stay. It also features a naughty toy, a little public play, but contains no cheating and has a guaranteed HEA.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jenessa Beyer
• Release date: May 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005551193

Jenessa Beyer

Jenessa Beyer has been fascinated by romance since she was a young girl. As she grew up, so did her tastes, and now she loves—and writes—hot stories full of instant attraction and desire.

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CHAPTER ONE

Iheld my smartphone in one hand, fingers poised over the touchscreen keyboard. I knew what I needed to type, but the words would not come. This was the coward’s way out, to do this by text message.

But if it was difficult to tap out what I needed to say with my fingers, then it would be a thousand times harder to speak them.

I had repeatedly played out the scenario in my head, imagining the arguments Luke might use. I could not win. Not even in my fantasies.

How could I hope to do so in real life?

Deep breath.

Just as my finger touched the screen, the device buzzed. I jumped and nearly dropped the phone.

The incoming text message was from Luke. Just four words: I’m on my way.

My irritation rose and my resolve hardened. I was right to end this. I had never asked much in this so-called relationship.

No strings.

No expectations.

But lately, he’d been taking me for granted. My availability, anyway. He expected me to drop anything and everything going on in my life to have sex with him.

Granted, it was some of the best fucking that I’d ever had, but I wanted more.

I had to text him back, to make sure he didn’t end up showing up at my door. Don’t. I have other plans.

Short pause. Cancel them. I need to see you.

Such a predictable response. I held my breath as I tapped out: I can’t do this anymore.

What do you mean?

Forget holding my breath. I was panting as my heart galloped out of control.

I paused and turned to a photo stored on my phone to bolster my courage.

From my twin brother Jason, and his new fiancée, who also was my best friend.

He and Maggie were moving forward. Planning for their future.

And me?

As long as I was with Luke, I could not do the same.

Though I wasn’t certain I wanted to be married again. My previous experience with the latter should have been enough to sour me on the institution forever.

And it had.

At first.

For a couple of years.

Which was why it had worked out so well with Luke. This no-strings thing.

But now?

I had put my life on hold because of my ex, for too long. That gave him far too much power. I needed to look to the future myself, in my own way.

Starting with tying up one particular loose end. I mean that I can’t see you again.

There was a longer pause than before. Had I shocked him? I had never so much as refused him a single time, even when it meant running out on plans with my brother and my best friend.

Which he knew.

I’d made the mistake of telling him that.

No wonder he assumed that I was so available for him. So… convenient.

Blech.

Come on, baby. You know you want me to fuck you tonight. Or do I have to remind you how I can make you come, again and again, with just my tongue?

I shivered and pressed my thighs together. I didn’t need to be reminded and only hoped that I would forget.

Someday.

I looked again at the pile of brochures I’d picked up from the local fertility clinic. Though I had hopes of finding a real relationship, I still wanted to cover all of my bases. Especially where my ticking biological clock was concerned.

I was thirty. I wasn’t running out of time just yet, but considering how long it took me to reach this point—and how long I expected it to take to forget about Luke and want another man—it wouldn’t be wise to delay the start of my research.

And the numbers confirmed that.

With the costs of the donor route, it would be best to start saving up for it now.

Even if I managed to have kids the more usual way instead.

With a dedicated partner. Whether that was a husband or not would be another matter. Either way, Luke was a distraction that I couldn’t afford any longer.

I tapped out the excuse I’d come up with, the not-so little lie that I’d met someone else.

No response.

My heart sank.

I had some vague plans to go out to a bar with a couple of women from work. Not the best place to meet someone for a more serious relationship. But I figured I should have one night of fun without worrying about that.

And being surrounded by a crowd would make it easier for me to ignore any lingering regrets about Luke.

At least, that was the plan.

I put on my favorite black dress and twisted my hair up into a messy bun. There was a knock on my apartment door.

Strange.

I wasn’t expecting anyone.

It happened again. Louder and more persistent than before.

Curiosity got the best of me.

I peered through the peephole, but something must have been blown over the small opening, because there was a blurry image. It looked like Luke, with his light brown hair and the well-trimmed beard that was a few shades darker.

But that was impossible.

I’d told him not to come here.

It couldn’t be him. The man that stood in the hall was wearing a suit. And though Luke wore them to his job—like me, he was a numbers person and crunched them for a living—after our very first meeting he had not worn one to be with me.

There had never been a need and instead would have been an obstacle which interfered with our mutual need to have his