Page 22 of Sex Coach

She glanced at me over a pair of cat-eye spectacles she'd pulled out of her purse right along with her notebook. I was such a goner. A girl in glasses, especially a retro pair like that, did me in every time. I was often playing out a part for the women who hired me, and here was this sexy, sweet girl who had no idea she was practically playing out a fantasy of mine .

I wondered what she'd do if I told her I was fantasizing about seeing her sitting there naked, wearing nothing more than those spectacles, her hair still twisted up in that neat knot at the top of her crown .

She'd panic, a calm voice assured me. When Gina told me she was a good girl, she'd been quite serious .

Everything about Michelle screamed good girl, nice girl. All the things I'd lost a right to .

"Jake?" she said softly .

"Sorry?" I said, voice rough. Clearing my throat, I took another drink of water in hopes of hiding what she was doing to me .

"Instinct," she prodded, cheeks still pink, but not as vividly so .

"Yeah, instinct. A good lover can instinctively follow the cues of his partner's body ."

Her pupils spiked, but the corners of her mouth turned down slightly. She covered her reaction with a rueful smile. "And just what is he following? A roadmap that points this way to the G-spot ?"

I couldn't help but laugh. Leaning forward, I took her hand in mine. "A good lover knows the map is his partner's body, Michelle. Haven't you discovered that for yourself ?"

Again, her mouth tightened slightly. She tugged on her hand and gave me a quick shake of her head. "We're not talking about me , Jake ."

"But we're talking about women...sex. You're a woman. What I'm saying, in a way, should click with you." I brought her hand up so that her palm faced me. "Let me show you ."

She blinked, then her jaw dropped. "What...you...what ?"

"Calm down. This is just a...preview, if you wish." I pressed my thumbs into the center of her palm, slowly. The tension there made me wonder if she'd ever had a massage in her life. If she hadn't, she needed one. "Just relax, sugar. Let me show you what I mean. It doesn't have to require anything more than a few light touches...here, there ..."

And if she was amenable, more touches. Everywhere .

Digging my thumbs in, I watched as her eyes fluttered. "You abuse your hands quite a bit," I said softly. "But then again, you're a writer. I would think you use them a lot ."

"Tools of the trade." Her voice was thicker now .

"You should get a massage on a regular basis. It would do wonders for the tension you're carrying ."

"I get one when I go in for manicures and that sort of thing." She tugged on her hand again, but I didn't let up on the pressure. After a few seconds, she stopped trying to free herself and her eyes closed. "Okay, man...that feels amazing ."

"I can tell ."

Her lashes flew open. "I just said –"

Bringing her hand to my lips, I murmured against her palm, "I could tell before you so much as said a word. Your skin is flushed, sugar. Your pupils are spiked." Gently, I shifted my grip and closed my hand around her wrist. "And your heart is racing. Feel how your pulse is thundering against my touch ?"

"You've been ignoring me when I tried to pull away," she rasped, eyes narrowing. "I could be irritated ."

Lifting one shoulder in a shrug, I responded, "There are different cues when a woman really wants to be left alone. Trust me, I know them all. And no...I'm not going to do a damn thing to bring even one of them out ."

Letting my lids droop, I nibbled on the fleshy pad of her palm and wondered if she'd let me keep touching her, keep it up long enough to talk her into a walk that would then let me talk her into showing her a few more things. Things that involved me putting my mouth on her body, my hands in her hair .

Sliding my tongue out, I flicked it against her palm .

She gasped .

"That's another sign on the road map," I said roughly. "If you were a client, I'd say now wouldn't be a bad time to pay the bill and go up to our room ."

Her cheeks went a hot, vivid pink, the kind of erotic flush no amount of makeup could conceal. And when I lifted my hand to flag down the server, her lips parted until she was practically panting. "What are...what are you doing ?"

"Paying the bill." I gave her a slow smile. "But of course, if I was with a client, she'd be paying ."

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