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She keeps her mouth closed as I bring my tip to her face. And when I touch her soft skin, her lips don’t press together. They move, ever so slightly, as I play.

“You want to know how to make a man want his cock in your mouth, Tiffy?”

She nods. And then, even though I don’t expect it, she says, “Yes, Fletcher. Tell me. Show me how to do it.”

I have to stop for a moment. She is unbelievably sexy. “If your hands aren’t tied behind your back, then you place a finger in your mouth. Tease him. Bring his attention to your lips. Make him imagine all the ways they can move. When you bite your lip, show him a little tongue. It drives me wild.” Wait. “It drives them wild,” I correct.

She smiles coyly at my slip-up. She knows she’s beautiful, dammit. She’s probably given a hundred blowjobs and here I am trying to tell her what to do. Shit, she’s probably playing me.

I can’t handle that thought. I can’t handle the image of her blowing other men and taking me for a ride. So I stop playing with her mouth and aim my cock right for her opening.

Her lips wrap around me, slightly sucking. Fuck, yeah, this chick is hot. She looks up at me, her eyes half-mast and her cheeks flushed pink. I grab her head and bring her closer to me, little by little so she doesn’t gag.

She inhales sharply through her nose, trying her best to be accommodating.

And that’s it, man. I’m gonna blow.

I pull my dick out of her mouth and pull her to her feet.

“What?” she asks. “What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” I growl. “Nothing.” I spin her around and untie her hands, throwing the belt on the ground as I spin her back. I push her up against the door to the shed and hike her dress up her thighs. “I almost came down your fucking throat.”

“Isn’t that the objective?”

Objective? Fuck. I’m gone. She thinks she’s part of some sort of training and I’m ready to explode. “Sexy Man’s Rule Number One, princess. Never come before the girl.”

She laughs as I pull a condom out of my back pocket, tear open the foil packet, and slip it over my shaft. “Sexy Man’s Rules?”

“Yeah,” I say, grabbing her hips and lifting her up so I can spread her thighs apart. “It’s a column in some magazine Chandler gets delivered backstage. Now stop talking.”

Chapter Eight

“Wait.”

“Shit,” he mumbles, taking a step back, letting my legs go until my feet touch the floor again. He takes a few deep breaths. “What’s wrong?” He doesn’t sound mad, which surprises me since he’s so clearly ready to get on with things. And then he threads his fingers through his hair and gives me a look that says he’s doing his best, but the only thing on his mind is fucking.

“I barely know you.” It sounds very needy, even to me. And when his brow scrunches up, I know he’s ready to walk out.

And I don’t want him to walk out. Fletcher Novak might be a dickhead, but he’s a seriously hot dickhead. And he’s got more experience in his toe than any man I’ve ever been with. And the promise of pointers has me intrigued.

So I salvage this situation the only way I can. “Tell me what to do,” I say, blushing as the words come out.

My reward is a smile. Not just any smile. Not just any Fletcher Novak smile, either. But something… very… genuine. His blue eyes light up, and smile wrinkles line his face. He looks almost boyish. If a rock-hard man like him could ever be boyish.

“Fuck,” is his response. “You’re like a fucking porn star right now.”

I laugh. “I’m so not.”

He grabs my face and kisses me so hard my knees go weak. My head spins, and then his teeth grab my lip and give it a nip. I pull back from the shock, but his hands tighten against my head, and he pushes his tongue further inside.

And we kiss. We pant and twist together. His hips find mine and start to grind. His hard cock presses against my belly, making me heat up from the core.

He draws back, still holding on to my face with those strong hands, and stares into my eyes. I feel like he can see inside me. All my insecurities and doubts. All my failures and faults. “You want to know how to make me want you, Tiffy?”

I breathe hard and nod. “I want to know how to make all men want me. I want to know how you do it. You’re… hot. And charming. But you’re bad in every way that girls hate. So why do they want you?”

“Why do you want me?”