Page 13 of Corrupting Cupid


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‘It’s different. Different is fun.’ Those green eyes seemed to bore right into my motherfucking soul when he looked at me.

‘Different is fun,’ I echoed, suddenly feeling tongue-tied.

He took a swig of his beer before licking a drop from his lower lip. In a moment of sheer madness, I launched myself at him.

Our lips met in a crash of teeth and tongue. Too much tongue.

Oh, fuck! He may be built like a god, but he kissed like a horny teenager.

His free hand grabbed at my ass as he pulled me against him. I closed my eyes and weathered it, hoping his fingers might work better than his mouth.

Moving his hand, he made his way up to my chest, squeezing one boob almost painfully.

I broke us apart with a shake of my head. ‘I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.’

‘I’d like you to keep doing it,’ he said, sounding breathy.

‘No. It’s not... It’s just...’ Fuck, I couldn’t tell him he kissed with all the fervour of a dying trout.

His eyebrows creased as he watched me falter. ‘It was bad, wasn’t it?’

I should lie.

My delay was enough for him to slump back against the bar.

‘Sorry,’ I said. ‘Sometimes people just have different rhythms. Things don’t quite match up.’

It was like kicking a puppy.

‘I’ve never done it before.’ He looked down at me through his dark lashes, blinking away sheepishly when my mouth hung open.

‘How on earth can a guy like you not have any experience?’ He had to be shitting me.

‘I’ve never really been interested. Not until you.’

Red flag. Deflowering a virgin would end with a clinger-on. Code no-fucking-way.

But. Well. He was only in town for a few days...

‘I don’t have time to break in a virgin. It’s too crazy here,’ I said.

‘I’ll help you out here, just for a few lessons. Teach me what you like.’

‘You’ll do whatever I ask?’ Indecent images flashed through my head. Most guys I’d been with just wanted to get their dick wet as soon as possible. Foreplay was a harried necessity rather than something to be enjoyed. To have a super hot guy at my disposal, and willing to work to free up my time? Interesting.

‘Anything. I want to be good at it.’

‘And I can stop it whenever I like?’

‘Yes.’

‘And you know it doesn’t mean I’ll definitely have sex with you?’

‘Also, yes.’

I chewed at my lower lip as the tension between us sizzled.

‘One week only. No strings. No feelings,’ I whispered, hardly believing it.

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