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“Not yours?” she asked with a sly look.

“No. Never. I did it in the shower. Wash away the evidence of my indiscretions.”

Her giggle made him smile. “Your parents’ water bill must have been insane.”

“Oh, it was.” He kissed her quick and sweet. “How is it possible though, that you had your first ever orgasm only four years ago?”

“I dunno, but it is.”

“That just seems … unfair.”

“And in those four years, I didn’t have very many. Like maybe a dozen overall.”

“A dozen in four years. A dozen in your life?” She was right. His mind was beyond blown now. And not in a good way. “But you came so … easily with me.”

The look she gave him was so profound, so poignant, so … steadfast, he had to roll off her and collapse back into the pillows. “Jesus. That’s a lot of pressure on a guy.”

She was quick to straddle him, notching him at her center and sliding down. “Something tells me you’re up for the task … Marine.”

The way she squeezed his cock as she dropped down, taking him inch by luscious inch into her tight heat, was nothing short of spectacular.

“Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to help me catch up to the rest of the female population lucky enough to get orgasms early in life. And lots of them. You seem to have unlocked the door to my … orgasm chamber. So—”

“Orgasm chamber?”

“You’re currently inside me. I’m not thinking with all my brain cells right now. Cut me some slack.”

He snorted and gripped her by the hips, staring up at this remarkable, brilliant, beautiful, and funny woman. She deserved all the orgasms in the world. She should never have to have sex that didn’t end in an orgasm ever again.

“Slack cut,” he said, bucking up a little, which made her lashes flutter.

“Do you accept this mission, Marine?”

He saluted her. “I do. Now will you self-destruct in ten seconds or—”

“I think it’s your job to destroy me. In the best way possible.”

Fuck. Him. She was absolutely the one. He surged up, gripped her by the back of the neck, and kissed her hard. This woman was everything he’d been searching for.

Now he just had to figure out a way to keep her.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Everything in her body was a little tender when she woke up the next morning. Particularly between her legs. But it was a pleasant ache. A reminder of her and Bennett’s wild night. The night where he made her come six times.

Six.

She was barely awake during the last one when he sucked her clit like a lollipop as she lay starfish style on the bed, unable to move, keep her eyes open, or form a coherent thought.

So this was how sex was supposed to be.

She’d been slumming it with inexperienced, selfish losers until now. No man had ever taken her pleasure so seriously before. Bennett had accepted this mission with sincerity and was determined for her to catch up on decades of missed orgasms.

And she was here for it.

After a breakfast of muesli and coffee in the trailer, she met Brooke in the driveway to head to yoga.

“You look exhausted,” Brooke said, a cheeky smile on her heart-shaped face. “Late night?”

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