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Why did my heart beat harder when I was with her? Why did my senses feel sharper and more acute? How had she changed a common experience into something sublime?

I couldn’t make sense of this. We’d fucked. Hard. Maybe too hard for a beginner, but that’s how she’d wanted it, and I’d aimed to please her in every way. I’d also pleased myself to no end. It struck me then. This must be what other people called “making love.” Yeah. Fucking Missy was the complete upgrade.

It was fucking, elevated.

The silence in the room lingered. “Knock, knock.” I tapped on her head playfully. “What else is happening in there?”

“It’s hard to believe it took me so long to get here, to feelthis.” She let out a long sigh. “Between my father’s strict rules, boarding school, the rigors of nursing school, plus the years living with the nuns, I never had the time or the inclination.”

“Rewind to the inclination part.” I rolled a finger in the air. “Never?”

“I mean, I was curious,” she admitted. “But I wasn’t inclined to try it with any of the gold-digging peacocks trying to catch an Astor. Honestly, for the longest time, I thought I was kind of asexual. Until I met you in my dreams and my libido woke up. Then I met you in real life and… well, the rest is history. Turns out I’m extremely sexual.”

“You are.” I brushed my lips over her forehead, enjoying her new confidence. “And I should add, that lucky me adores sexual Missy.”

“Thanks for making my first time special.” She smiled at me, her eyes dancing with light.

“It was my pleasure and honor.” I clutched her against me. “It was also pretty fucking phenomenal. Or pretty phenomenal fucking, if you prefer.”

Her giggles pealed in the suite. “Affie was wrong about her vibrator being the best way.”

I let out a cackle. “And here I was, afraid of the competition.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about.” She flashed a naughty grin, but it slowly faded. “It took me so long to get here.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” I sensed her new confidence wavering. “Thirty, forty, fifty, never. To each its own. Sex is an individual experience, everyone’s different, and that’s okay.”

“But Javi,” she groused. “I’ve lost so much time.”

I chuckled because she really meant it. “You’ve got tons of time ahead of you.”

“I hope so.” She came up on her elbow. “Can we please do it again?”

“Now?” She never ceased to surprise me. “You wanna do it again?”

“Sure. Don’t you want to?” Her smile was pure enthusiasm. “It felt fantastic. I want to make sure that I’m good at it, and everyone knows that practice makes perfect.”

“You’re a natural, Angel,” I said, chuckling. “If you wanna practice some more, I volunteer anytime, anywhere.”

She waggled a playful finger at me. “Don’t make promises you may not be able to keep.”

That put a little damper on my high. What would happen when we returned to Astor House?

I had no idea, and my mind went blank when she circled my nipples with her fingertips, then slid her hand down my stomach to explore my spent dick. At her touch, my blood rushed in for a refill. The things this woman did to my body.

“Wow.” She stared at my dick. “Look at it go.”

“That’s not spontaneous combustion,” I reminded her. “It’s all you.”

“I feel… powerful.” She wrapped her hand around me, solidifying her grip.

“Youarepowerful.” In her hand, my pleasure was building quickly, but I had to tell her. “You and me? Explosive. Nuclear in a unique and rare way.”

“I’m glad you told me that.” She stroked me until I was ready for a quick turnaround. I kissed her. That’s when she ambushed me with her question. “What do you suppose makes the difference?”

I told her the truth. “You.”

Chapter Twenty-eight

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