Page 79 of Tempt Me

My insides squeezed around his fingers, trying to trap them in my core.

He pulled his head back, and as his body shuddered, his eyes rolled, and he licked his lips. Realizing that he’d tipped over the edge, something detonated deep inside me, ripping through me with a powerful tremor. I squeezed my knees shut, trapping his hand. Unable to move and gasping for breath, I rode out the glorious sensations thundering through my body.

It was a long while before my incredible climax let go, and my muscles eased. My breathing was still erratic, as was David’s. I lowered my legs to the counter and sat up.

“That was amazing. You were amazing.”

He leaned on the counter. Maybe for support. “Thank you. For everything.”

“You’re welcome. It was fun. Remember, David, sexshouldbe fun. For both people.”

He nodded, all serious again. “Excuse me for a minute.”

While David disappeared into the bathroom, I jumped off the counter and re-dressed without bothering to put my wet G-string on. I was hooking my bag over my shoulder when he returned.

“I’m so lucky to have found you,” he said.

“Actually, I think it was I who found you.” I reached up to kiss his cheek. “Now go and satisfy those women, David.”

He laughed. “Okay.”

I made my way to his door.

“Wait. How do I find you again?”

“Nothing in life is a certainty. If it’s meant to be, it will happen.” With that crazy comment echoing in my brain, I walked out his door. All of a sudden, I was both a psychologist and a prophet. Life had become a complex riddle.

Back in my room, I removed my makeup and wig and had a long, hot shower. Afterward I sat on the bed, grabbed my diary, and turned to the 1st of June. At the top I wroteMr. David Lawson, Room 30and as I thought about how much he’d changed since our last encounter, I wroteMy Raunchy Revival.

How many men were insecure about sex?

All my life, I’d assumed that men knew what they were doing.

I guessed to some degree they did, but really, many men only knew what pleased them. It was just as important that I showed them what I wanted.

With my previous lovers, it had never crossed my mind that I should tell them what I liked when we had sex. I’d been young and naïve. And also, it would have been embarrassing to talk about.

Not anymore. If I found the man of my dreams, he was going to be well-educated on what pleased me.

No, not if I found my man. . .whenI found my man.

And we're going to talk about sexandhave lots of mind-blowing sex.

Hell yeah. Bring it on.

I just had to find my man.

Chapter Twenty-Four

After I’d finished my session on the treadmill, a trickle of sweat rolled down my temple as I eased onto the mat for my standard core-strength routine. I counted my push-ups in my head, working my way to fifty.

“How many doctors are there?” Lolly asked beside me.

She was the only person I knew who could talk through an entire workout, no matter how tough it was.

“There are two hundred and twenty booked for the conference. And they’re not just doctors, they’re plastic surgeons.”

She sucked in a breath, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t from exertion, even though she slammed out push-ups at a frightening pace. “They’re the best kind. How many men?”

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