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Reluctance.

Then small.

Shy.

Nods.

“You like following orders?” My eyes dip down and notice the new heaving of her chest. “You like when I’m the teacher and you’re the student?” Her head goes to bob once more prompting me to tighten my hold and demand, “Say. It.”

“Yes,” instantly escaping creates a smooth pathway for a meek, “is that wrong?”

“Not if it’s what you want.”

“It is.”

“Then say it.”

Her eyebrows lift just as the final rays of the sun sink.

“Tell me to teach you.”

“Teach me, H.” The innocence of her tone twisting with the filthy implications causes my cock to thump impatiently against my jean zipper. “Teach me how to touch you.”

Chapter 8

Hogan

“Dock”

I wanna say the words that leave me are coherent.

Make any kind of fucking sense.

But they don’t.

Fuck, I’m not sure they can.

This woman is more than my goddamn weakness.

She’s gonna be my undoing.

Death most likely.

And it’ll be sweetest shit in all of existence.

Relinquishing my hold receives an immediate pout that gets me smirking. “Patience, Teach.” I lean back onto my palms for a second time. “You’re gonna need some room to work with.”

Excitement thrums through her expression encouraging me to lean over.

Taste it.

Devour her.

“Start with my belt.”

Emmerz’s hands dive straight for the area, knuckles clumsily punching the territory, an action that causes her to cringe and apologetically peer up. “I’m sorry! I’m not used to doing this.” Another strained face is flashed. “Uh…I mean I’ve done it before. With guys. With men. With um…” More uncomfortable twitches. Searches for the right wording. “I’m not a virgin. I’m not a thirty-eight-year-old virgin, I swear.”

I believe her.