Page 93 of The Unfluencer

“Yeah, I get that.” A hollow laugh croaks out of me as I glance at her iPad. “All that, and you want to hear something hilarious?”

Whitney tilts her head, looking at me with a curious smile and nodding. She knows but she wants to hear me say it.

“The Lost City… isn’t terrible.”

There, I said it.

“Yeah, you converted me.” I shake my head, disappointed in myself. “I’m down to watch all your action romances. And I agree that Jada’s all I’ve come up with.”

“Interesting.” Whitney tosses me a self-satisfied grin. “Just curious, though, is this your billionaire bachelor tactic, patronizing my little movie to make me like you more?”

“Nah, I don’t think so.” I shrug, biting back a smile.

“Oh, you don’t think so?”

I clasp my fingers in my lap, guilty as all get-out. “Nope. I said it wasn’t terrible, and I’m a man of my word.”

“You are definitely trying to get on my good side, Easton.” She teases.

Here we go.

“Given the number of orgasms we’ve had today, I hope I’m already on your good side.” I chuckle. “But if you need more convincing, I’ll eagerly get back to the task.”

“You will?”

I swallow hard. “Last thing I want to be is like most wealthy folks, unwilling to roll up my sleeves and do the hard work.”

Whitney narrows her gaze on me. Her lips twitch. “You’re not going to toss money around to solve my problems?”

My restraint lasts five seconds before I lunge forward, tickling and kissing her as she squirms beneath me.

She slips her hands into my briefs, squeezing and straddling me like she’s ready for another round. We play like this for a solid five minutes, tossing puzzle pieces and planting kisses, before falling into playful sex, winded and laughing like it could always be this effortless.

“All that fighting it… I need you on your A-game.” Whitney’s breathless. Her arms are glued to her sides, blocking my tickles.

Well, when you put it that way…

“I’m at least at B-plus, though.” I’m weak with laughter, still trying to catch my breath.

“We’ll see.”

“Anything I can do for extra credit? I heard Sexual Warfare 101 was a tough one.” I see what she’s doing, and it’s working. There isn’t much I wouldn’t do to make her happy. “Sex, no feelings. Not my thing.”

Whitney screws her mouth to the side. “Hmm… let me see.”

“What if I tell you that you’re a beautiful, smart, creative woman?”

“Pfft. Tell me something I don’t know.”

We both laugh.

“Okay, wait. Hear me out. I could do this…” I lower myself, taking her nipple into my mouth, gently teasing it with my teeth. Her breathing quickens as she runs her needy hands over the tense muscles of my back. “Or maybe…”

All the humor fades, before a wave of desire flows through me. I lower myself down her body, trailing my tongue along the smooth dip of her, until I’m over the edge of the mattress on my knees, fingers flexed to her inner thighs, worshipping at her temple. With each brush of my lips, I inhale deeply, sinking into the soft swell of her as she tilts her pelvis into my mouth, clinging to me, teetering on the edge.

“B-plus?” I suck harder, loving the way her back arches in response.

“Up to an A-minus, for sure.” She moans.