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“I’m so glad you asked me. And I do want to help. I just think it’ll be a lot more fun to do it properly. Don’t you think?”
“Mmm,” she says, noncommittally.
“I’m not bad in bed,” I say.
“I’m sure you’re not.”
“I even got a gold star once.”
She laughs.
“I’d give you as many orgasms as you could stand,” I tell her.
She groans. “I’d be glad with just one.”
“Let’s reach for the sky and go for two.”
“Hux…”
“Two really, really good ones.”
She sighs.
“Thirty percent,” I remind her. “That’s all I’m saying. If we had sex three months running, that’s a ninety percent chance of getting pregnant.”
“I don’t think probability works like that.”
“Maths was never my strong point.”
“Wasn’t it part of your business and economics degree?”
“I bribed the examiner to give me a pass.”
“You know, that wouldn’t shock me.”
I rest my lips on the top of her head. “One night. That’s all I’m asking.”
“Did you just sniff my hair?”
“It smells of coconut. It makes my mouth water.”
She lifts her head, rests it back on the wall, and looks up at me with hazy eyes. “I know I’m going to regret this in the morning, but I don’t care. I want to kiss you. Will you let me?”
“I’ll think about it.” I wait a second, my heart racing. “All right, I’ve thought about it. Yes. You may kiss me.”
She puts down her drink, and then, to my surprise, she takes her feet off the chair and gets up. She sways a little and laughs, then turns to face me. I inhale as she lifts a leg over where mine are stretched out and sits on my lap, straddling me.
Ohhh… we are obviously both very drunk. Neither of us would suggest anything like this if we were sober. But no way am I going to turn down the opportunity to kiss a tipsy Elizabeth Tremblay.
She leans on the back of my chair and studies my face. “You have a nice mouth,” she murmurs.
I chuckle, lift a hand and slide it into her hair, and pull her head down to kiss her.
Her mouth is incredibly soft. Her lipstick has worn off, and her lips are warm and dry. I press mine to them a couple of times, trying to stay calm, as if she’s a deer in the woods, and I’m afraid of frightening her away.
Not wanting to push my luck, I’m about to release her when she tilts her head to the side and opens her mouth to me.
I don’t need any further encouragement. I brush my tongue against her bottom lip, and then when I slide my tongue against hers, they indulge in a sensual dance that gives me a hard-on and leaves me tingling all over in seconds.
