Page 179 of How to Win the Girl

Painstakingly slow.

Like foreplay even though he’s already inside me.

Kissing me. Whispering to me.

“You feel so fucking good…”

“God, you’re tight…”

“I could live inside you, baby…”

Say it again.

Do it again.

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My girlfriend caught me using a blow-dryer on my dick. When she asked what I was doing, I guess saying, “Heating up your dinner,” was the wrong answer.

I haven’t stopped thinkingabout Daisy all day.

Not when she’d stood on her tiptoes to kiss me goodbye this morning before her roommate woke up and found me in her bed. Not when I’d gone to the gym and worked out for two hours with my buddies.

Not when I got home to shower.

Okay, confession time: I wasn’t able to stop thinking about her in the shower because I’d leaned against the cold tile wall and jerked off to the image of her.

So there.

Satisfied?

’Cause I was…

Jerking off, that is.

Ha.

“Where were you last night?” Drew is standing in the doorway of my room as I drop the towel around my waist, letting it fall to the floor as I grab a fresh pair of underwear and bend to pull them on.

“Daisy’s.”

I can hear the surprise in his voice when he says, “Oh?”

“You sound like a prude,” I joke, digging sweatpants out of a dresser drawer. “Do you have a problem with me bein’ at Daisy’s?”

“Course I don’t have a problem. I was just wonderin’ where you were.” He hesistates, and it’s clear he has more to say. “Did you spend the night?”

“Yup.” I pull a hoodie over my head, knowing I should give him the facts to put an end to his questioning. “We’ve been seein’ each other.”

“You have?” He settles in, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed. “Since when? And how did I not know this?”

“You’ve been busy.” I walk to the closet and hang my damp towel on the door since Ryann is in the bathroom now and I can’t very well barge in to hang it in its proper place. “I meant to tell you.”

He waits.

“We went to dinner last night and…”

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