Page 89 of The Match Faker

I looked up and saw her watching me through hooded eyes.

‘Yeah,’ I replied.

‘How did you… how are you so… good?’

‘Practise.’ I shrugged my shoulders.

One of the benefits of being eternally single was that you learnt a lot about how to please a woman. And seeing as women were only interested in my body anyway, I had to make sure I lived up to their expectations.

‘Well, you’re welcome to practise on me anytime.’ She smiled.

I quickly lifted my head from her stomach.

‘I’m gonna pull out now, okay? Stay there, and I’ll get you a towel.’

Mia sat up, reached for the fabric that used to be her dress, then covered herself.

‘It’s okay.’ She slid down from the counter, avoiding my gaze. ‘I’m going to have a shower.’

She seemed embarrassed, or maybe hurt? A second ago she was praising my performance and now it was like a switch had been flicked.

Oh.

Got it. It was because she’d said I could practise on her and I hadn’t replied.

The truth was, I needed time to process this. I didn’t normally stick around for post-sex conversation and never did repeats. It was easier that way. But this was different. Not just because the sex was amazing, but because it was Mia. She wasn’t some random stranger. She was… someone I didn’t want to hurt.

‘Okay. I’m gonna shower too.’

Mia headed for the door

‘Wait.’ I grabbed her arm and pulled her into me, pressing my lips on to hers.

If this was just going to be a one-night thing, tonight needed to count.

As Mia’s breasts pressed against my chest, my dick twitched. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, then gripped my hair.

‘If we both need a shower,’ I whispered in her ear, ‘we should do it together. Help save water.’

‘Sounds good,’ she said softly.

As I carried Mia up to the bathroom, I knew we wouldn’t just be washing in the shower.

We were about to get dirty all over again.

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Mia

As daylight flooded the room, I slowly opened my eyes. Liam’s side of the bed was empty.

It was kind of a relief. I needed time alone to gather my thoughts. Then again, even if I had a century to think, it wouldn’t change the fact that I was royally screwed. Literally and metaphorically.

My vagina felt like I’d been impaled on a baseball bat, but in the best possible way.

Sex with Liam last night was out of this world. It wasn’t even in the same universe.

I’d heard the rumours, but usually when people said something was amazing and I tried it, I was disappointed. But last night, that was… wow.

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