Love Machine by Kendall Ryan

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She says she needs some help ... in the bedroom.

Come again? No, really come again.

Sweet, nerdy, lovable Keaton. 

She's my best friend and has been for years. Sure she likes numbers and math, and thinks doing other people's taxes is fun. And I like ... none of that stuff. She's obsessed with her cat and reads novels I'll never understand, and yet we just click. There's no one I'd rather share breakfast burritos with or binge watch hours of Netflix. She's my person. And so when she takes off her glasses and asks me to help her improve her skills in the bedroom, I barely have to think about it.

Of course I'll help her. There's no one better for the job. 

I've been there for her through everything, why should this be any different? 

But what happens when she's ready to take her new-found confidence and move on?

Pet’s $0.02

This was cute but I definitely liked Slate more than Keaton. Slate was sweet and laid back and pretty fucking funny. He threw himself into helping Keaton, regardless of how bizarre her request was. And he never made her feel like the geek she thought she was. He loved her quirkiness.

I thought Keaton kind of had her head up her ass where Slate was concerned. I don’t think she ever really appreciated what a great friend she had in him and I almost felt like she was used him because it was easy. He obviously put a lot of thought into making all her spreadsheet goals come true and she continued to overlook what a great guy she had right in front of her.

The sex was off the charts and I loved the easy interaction between the two of them.

But, I still think for someone so smart, Keaton was kind of oblivious. How could she not know how serious Slate was about her when he went to such lengths for her cat.