Page 92 of Charming Deception

“Taking pleasure from myself. Using my body that way.”

“You talk about it like your cunt’s not part of you. Like it’s not you.” My gaze skims down her body and back up to her pretty face.

The longer we’re out here… the wilder she gets, her uncombed golden hair falling loose from the terrible braids she still struggles to make… the prettier she becomes.

“I know it’s me,” she says softly.

“Then you should touch it more. You should look at it. Get used to it.”

“What do you mean, look at it?”

“Have you ever really looked at what’s between your legs?” Her silence is my answer. “Because you should. You should touch yourself and watch, over and over again.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you should know what you like, before someone else decides for you.”

I shut the cover on the tablet.

I glance over my shoulder at Megan, lying asleep next to me.

I’m really starting to like this Wolf guy. Not only has he saved Rowan’s life like a dozen times already, he gives solid sex advice.

And the way Megan’s mind works…

I slip off my glasses and rub my eyes. They’re sore from reading in the dark, and I’m hard as hell.

Fuck it.

I have to end this torture.

As quietly as I can, I slip out of the bed, careful not to wake her. I don’t want to wake her when I walk across the hard floor, so I take a moment to make sure she’s sleeping soundly before I go.

I turn to the window, taking a deep, quiet breath.

In the stillness of the night, here with her, I know this whole thing is going to be way harder than I thought.

Having her near me is too much temptation.

And I never would’ve thought she’d be so willing, so damn fast. I thought telling her we wouldn’t have sex would put her at ease, and put her off. She didn’t seem like the kind of girl to jump into such things, or to push for them.

Eleven years with one man, for Christ’s sake. One man who turned out to be a cheating, abusive dipshit.

And now she wants “first dibs” on being my next lover.

I wonder if he took care of her in bed. If he was good to her that way. Or if their sex life fizzled out long ago.

And why she’s so damn willing to let me touch her.

The possible reasons for that don’t help.

Maybe he was a terrible lover. Maybe he wasn’t even having sex with her anymore, just cheating with other people.

Maybe she hasn’t had good sex, or any sex, in way too long.

Thinking about it just makes me want to fuck her even more than I already do, to show her how good it should be.

If I’m not fucking careful…

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