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“More intimate. You can hide from someone in a king-size. Not in this bed. No hiding places at all...”
He reached for her and, with his hands on her waist, pulled her on top of him. She sat on his stomach and found herselfveryaware of her wet bare vulva pressing against his warm flesh. She was trying to ignore his cock, though it certainly wasn’t ignoring her.
Lia was of two minds. One mind wanted to get her things and rush straight home and pretend she’d never had this terrible idea. The other mind wanted to press her entire body to August’s entire body and stay there a few millennia. August took her face in his hands, stroked her cheeks, her neck. Then he smiled at her.
Might as well stay, she decided.
“It won’t hurt,” he said.
“I’m not a virgin.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” He brushed her hair over her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her. His lips met hers and Lia shivered. She clung awkwardly to his shoulders as she returned the kiss, tentatively at first but with growing confidence. August ran his fingertips up her arms and over her shoulders, across her back and down to her waist. The man kissed like he’d invented kissing, patented it and made a fortune off the patent. He nipped her bottom lip, dipped his tongue into her mouth and retreated, pushed and retreated, teasing her until there was nothing for her to do but put her own tongue in his mouth. That would show him.
When her tongue met his, August moaned softly. He pulled her closer and Lia could almost swear he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Of course he didn’t. This was the job, and she knew how it worked. And that was fine. She wasn’t here to fall in love. She knew better than that, and even if she didn’t, she knew she couldn’t.
But...she could enjoy herself while it lasted, right?
“You’re a good kisser,” August whispered.
“I was thinking the same about you.”
He smiled again, and looked in her eyes again, making her blush again.
“What?” she asked.
“You’re insanely beautiful.”
“Shut up. I have a gap in my two front teeth.”
“Like Isabella Rossellini.”
“Like David Letterman,” she retorted.
“It’s a sign of a strong libido. Ask the Wife of Bath. And very, very sexy.”
He kissed her again, before she could tell him all the ways he was wrong about that. And as he kissed her, he slowly and with the utmost care moved her so that she was on top of his cock.
“Take your time,” he said.
Lia pushed a lock of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear.
“So...” she began. “Help?”
He really had the most wonderful smile when he was trying not to laugh at her. Lia could get used to that smile—when she got over the urge to wipe it off his face.
“Allow me,” he said. He took her by the waist and gently pulled her down until she was sitting on his erection.
He reached under her slip and took himself in hand. With one hand on her and the other on his cock, and with a judicious lift of his hips, the tip found the entrance of her body and pressed against the tender hole. With her hands on his shoulders, she moved up and then forward.
Accidentally—she was trying to look anywhere but at August—she met his eyes while steadying herself against the headboard. And once he had her attention, he didn’t let her look away.
He wasn’t smiling now, but the expression on his face was somehow better than a smile. His eyes were soft as he gazed at her face, and his hands gentle as he lifted her hips and guided her onto him. Lia felt pressure as she lowered herself onto his cock. Pressure and penetration as he entered her slowly, inch by inch, until she’d taken as much of him as she could. She rocked back and forth simply to make herself more comfortable.
August must have liked it because his eyelids fluttered, and his back arched against the pillows. Beautiful man.
“There,” he said, panting slightly. He put his hand on the side of her face and stroked her cheek with this thumb. “That’s not so bad, is it?”
Lia swallowed. “It’s all right. Not bad.”
