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I huff, press the heel of my palm into my chest. “Some other time.”
She lets go of me and gets up, leaving me cold. I think she’s about to say goodbye, but instead she says, “I’ll make you some tea, warm you up.”
“I don’t have any.”
“Oh.” She looks unsure for a second.
My breathing is easing, at long last, and I prop my hands behind me on the mattress and lean back. “Manon.”
She’s staring at my chest, I realize, her eyes lost in shadow. Chicks generally seem to dig my ink. But a ballet dancer, a rich girl like her, maybe not. Can’t remember if she seemed repulsed last time, too lost in tasting her mouth and touching her to notice.
Only one way to find out.
“Come here,” I say, and she wavers briefly before giving in and coming back to me. I take her hand and press it to my chest, skin to inked skin.
Her pupils flare, black swallowing green. Her lips part and she draws a shallow breath.
Well, well. She may not want to go out with me, but her body wants me. That much is clear.
“Your boyfriend still hasn’t fucked you?” I ask under my breath, rude of purpose. Pushing her. Searching for a reaction, a glimpse of the truth. “Still hasn’t kissed you?”
She jerks, but doesn’t pull her hand away. The crimson blush rising over her neck and face tells me all I need to know.
That bastard.
But I’m so glad I could whoop for joy. Stupid, I know. He’s the one she wants, and that’s all that matters, but he still hasn’t claimed her.
“Are you two really together? Is he really your boyfriend?”
She shrug
s. “He asked me out. But not officially, no.”
I turn my face to the side to hide my smirk.
Don’t, Seffers. Just fucking don’t.
“So you’re back for more lessons?”
Yeah, don’t listen. Suit yourself. Dive headfirst into this shit and see if you can swim before you hit the bottom.
“Lessons,” she whispers, and the satiny sound goes straight to my already hardening cock.
“Yeah, that’s right. In fact, I think it’s test time. See if you learned what I taught you.”
She’ll flake. She’ll run. I just know it. Maybe that’s why I’m pushing her. To make her go and not come back. Save us both.
White teeth sink into that soft lower lip, and I swallow a whimper. Fuck, I’m so hard it hurts.
Then she lifts her skirt and straddles my legs, looping her arms around my neck, and she’s kissing me.
I’m sinking. The feel of her weight in my lap, her arms pulling me to her, her legs braced at my sides, her pussy pressed to my hard-on—her soft, hot lips on mine. I’m gone. I grab her waist, deepen the kiss, and to hell with it. She gasps, and I fuck her mouth with my tongue, my cock giving desperate little jerks inside my sweats, trying to drive through two layers of cloth to get to her.
Oh fuck. Heaven.
She breaks away all too soon, and it takes all my willpower not to throw her down on the bed and bury myself in her so deep, deeper than anyone before.
“Good enough?” she pants, and it takes me a few heartbeats to understand her question.
