Page 16 of Lessons with the Mothman

Victoria's back hit the squeaky booth leather with a slap, and she glanced around the nearly deserted diner and then back at me, blinking rapidly. I swallowed hard and tried to look nonchalant as I ate. The waitress returned with another tray, negotiating new plates onto our buffet, all as Victoria stared at me in startled silence, as if she'd just woken in the conversation and realized all she'd shared.

I waited for the server to return out of earshot, and then continued, "Any luck with masturbation?"

Victoria grabbed her coffee, taking a gulp, and then settled in her seat. "Sometimes. Rarely." She shrugged. "It still feels good either way."

I nodded. Then it was the dynamic of the other person. Was she too guarded to relax around a lover? I helped myself to an underripe piece of melon and let her relax back into the silence.

"The study interests me on its own merits," she murmured, quickly foraging the pineapple out of the bowl, staking her claim. "But I suppose I was hoping there might be something for me to learn."

I nodded. "Naturally. I imagine there will be a great deal."

She blushed and shifted in her seat. "I take it that other species are much more comfortable speaking about sex than humans."

"It varies. On average, I imagine so." What else had the long-term partner instilled in her? Was it really just a matter of his frustration about getting her off, or was there more? Cautious this time, as one would be when approaching an injured wild animal, I continued, "Less to consider taboo, certainly. What humans refer to as a kink is less scandalous and more a matter of personal preference."

She paused, cheeks spotting with red, and then nodded and took a bite. "Personal preference still allows for incompatibility."

"Of course, but not shame as an accompaniment. I may not find a particular act exciting, but that doesn't mean I couldn't be accommodating for my partner."

She tilted her head. "You don't think that trait has more to do with your professionalism?"

I huffed and waved a hand. "I didn't learn that working for MSA. I simply offered my talents to them."

"As a favor?" she asked, her lips twitching.

"To their clients," I said, answering her hint of a smile with a suggestive one of my own. Finally, we were flirting. "And to the company's reputation."

She laughed at that. "You're that good?"

"I'm the best," I said, leaning back to lounge into the patched and tacky pleather seating. The fine hairs of my wings caught against old adhesive, but I kept my wince buried, refusing to break this tenuous tether of attraction between us.

Her eyes glittered. "I take it you don't just mean at MSA."

I preened as if she'd made the claim herself. "Well, now, that would take an entirely different kind of study on your part."

She laughed softly, shaking her head and returning to her food, but the blush on her cheeks spread down her throat into her collar. It was all teasing, a casual and predictable line of flirtation, but it would plant the seed.

Imagine me in your bed, Victoria, I thought, watching as she arranged herself a bagel half with cream cheese and lox with a degree of precision that showed a force of focus, a determination not to think of us together.

It was a start.

CHAPTER 6

Victoria

"Very good,Victoria. A little wider now."

I shuddered, my breasts flattened and aching against cool, smooth wood. A tickle of heat raced down my spine. In front of me, on a wall that surged forward and back with the pace of my uneven breaths, an orange kitten clung to a tree branch with too huge eyes, liquid and cartoon.

My hands were sliding over the surface of the desk I was bent over, even as my cheeks spread behind me, revealing too much. For a flash, I viewed the room from above, my bare body spread over a desk, paperclips the size of bananas, and rulers scattered like mulch around my waist. A gleaming, vibrant figure hunched over my back, massive monstrous eyes flashing on metal wings.

"Are you learning the lesson?" the rich andliquid voice purred, snapping me back into my body with a hot pulse and a scratch over my tender ass.

"Th-the lesson?" I moaned and twisted, hard wood softening beneath me, a familiar scent beneath my cheek as thick pressure built in my core. I rocked in place.

"How to come all over my cock, Victoria."

I woke with a whine, my body slick with sweat and the throb of arousal immediately easing. A golden smile and the fantasy of soft, silken fur between my fingers lingered.

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