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My little librarian isn’t a prude in bed. It wouldn’t matter if she was. I’d be glad to help her find her passion.

“Are you okay with more?”

“You did promise to show me your technique with your dick.”

“No, I didn’t.”

Her brow wrinkles. “Yes, you did.”

I cover her with my body. “I believe I used the word cock.”

She blushes. The color travels from her checks down her long, elegant neck to the tops of her breasts. It’s sexy as hell. I plan to make her blush while we’re in bed as often as I can.

I reach for my wallet and remove a condom. I quickly don it before hitching my cock at her opening.

“Still okay with this?”

In response, she wraps her legs around my waist and squeezes. “I need to rate your technique.”

I don’t ask again. She’s obviously on board.

I sink into her slowly. Enjoying the feel of her walls contracting against my cock. I don’t stop until my balls slap her ass.

She moans and I grit my teeth before I come. I’m not a one-pump wonder. Not even when we first became famous and I sampled fans like candy was I a one-pump wonder. And I am damn well not going to be one when I’m with the woman I’m falling for.

I bury my face in her shoulder and inhale her scent before getting to my knees and throwing her legs over my shoulders.

“This okay?”

Her inner walls squeeze me. “What do you think?”

I begin to glide in and out of her. I can’t resist her breasts when they jiggle. I knead and massage them with my hands as I dip in and out of her pussy. She arches her back to thrust her chest closer to me and I pluck at her nipples.

Each time I pinch a nipple, her walls spasm around me. I wonder how far I can push it. I twist her nipple as I pinch it hard and her eyes fly open.

“I’m … I’m…” She doesn’t finish her sentence before her walls strangle me and she moans with her orgasm.

Time to let go. I increase my pace until I’m pounding in and out of her. My lower back tingles and my balls heat as my orgasm barrels toward me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as my rhythm fails me.

My climax hits. “Ginny,” I growl as I ride out the euphoria.

My orgasm lasts forever. I continue to thrust until I’ve squeezed every last drop of pleasure from my body.

Holy shit. Virginia Hale rocked my world.

I was already falling for my little librarian but now I’m obsessed with spending as much time as I can in bed with her. I worried she’d be shy in bed, but she’s my equal.

I think she might be my everything.

Chapter 22

Performance anxiety – always a good way to tease a man into giving you what you want

Virginia

Igroan as I wake up. I stretch my arms in the air and muscles I forgot existed remind me of all the ‘exercise’ I got last night.

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