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“I’m at his house. He’s asked me to become his mistress.”
“Mistress? But he’s not married.”
“I mean for me to be a kept woman. You know, he fucks me and in return he sets me up somewhere in the village so that I can finish my degree.”
“Wow. That’s without even trying first.”
I grimaced. “You mean he may not like me once he’s had sex with me?”
She giggled. “It’s more than chemistry. You know how people smell, how they are in the bed.”
“Well, I’ll be shit in bed because I haven’t got a fucking clue.” I squeezed my phone.
“He’ll take control. Let him. That’s where all the fun is. Especially if he’s experienced. He’s hot. Lucky girl.”
“What about if he hates how I feel? Or I’m too inexperienced?”
“That’s silly,” she said.
“What would you do?”
“I’d let him fuck me for sure. By now I would have his big dick blowing at the back of my throat.”
“Ew. Do I have to swallow his cum?” I pulled a face.
She giggled. “You don’t have to do anything, sweetie. You’re stunning. You’ve got the body of a siren. You won’t have to do anything but dance over his naked dick.”
I puffed out a shivery breath.
“Just go with it, babes. And if he wants to get you a place and support you while you’re both screwing, why not?”
“I can’t be a kept woman. How can I learn to become self-sufficient?”
“Hello. Isn’t that what you’ve been doing since leaving home?”
I couldn’t argue with that. “I better go. Thanks. You’re the best. I love you.”
“I love you too. Don’t worry. I’ll hold your hand through this. Become a woman.”
“My sexual awakening, I guess.” I sighed. She was right.
My body wanted this.
My heart wanted him.
But will I come out in one piece?
And whether it was intentional or not, in a moment of extravagance, I’d bought myself a thong and tiny lace bra.
A pulsating swell overcame me again. I felt sexy wearing them.
Declan had removed his jacket and had undone the first two buttons of his shirt. His mounded chest revealed itself against the fitted shirt, and all I wanted to do was run my hands up and down it.
He passed me a glass of bubbly. “Here you go.” He smiled. “All good?”
“Um… sure.” I studied his face. “Why ask?”
“I heard you talking.”
