Page 38 of French Martini

I close my eyes, exhaling through my nose. “Okay.”

“But it was a long time ago, and we’re just friends now. I called him because I knew he would know where I should go for clothes. He was a guy I hooked up with occasionally. Nothing more.”

“You’re not… not attracted to him anymore?”

“No. He’s too young for me, but even if there was anything lingering there, it died the day I saw your face.”

I roll my eyes. “Come on, Oakley. You don’t have to say things like that to me.”

“Things like the truth?”

I shake my head until he grips my chin and tilts my head back, forcing me to look at him.

“Obviously, we’re attracted to each other. There’s nothing fake about that, right?”

I set my jaw, remaining silent.

“Right, Lowen?”

With a huff, I admit, “Right.”

“So telling you that there’s no one I’d rather fuck than you isn’t a lie. It isn’t sappy emotions or bullshit flattery. It’s the truth and you know it is.” He takes my hand and presses it to his now fully erect cock. “Thisisn’t fake.”

My shoulders sag as I accept my need for him and let my guard down. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I reacted the way I did, but it was uncalled for.”

“I’d like to think it’s because you want to fuck me too.” He brushes his thumb across my lower lip. “And you don’t want me touching anyone else the way I touch you.”

I nod, lifting my hands to grip his hips. “I suppose.”

Oakley chuckles. “As long as getting naked with you is an option, no one else stands a chance.”

“We… we really shouldn’t, Oak.” It’s a weak complaint, but I should try. “It complicates things.”

“We’re adults. We’ll figure it out.” He grips my hand, squeezing it around his shaft. “If you really don’t want this, I’ll step away right now.”

His statement is almost comical. He’s so damn respectful I want to punch him in his handsome face.

“But if you do want me,” he continues, “there’s nothing I’d like more than to get you naked.”

All my resistance melts away in an instant. He’s right. We’ll figure it out. Without ruining everything in the process, I hope.

“You first.”

I tug the silk briefs down and they slide to his ankles. My breath catches as his cock springs forward, nearly brushing against my lips. Oakley drags his fingers through my hair, tugging hard enough to pull my head back.

“What do you want me to do to you tonight, kitten? Anything you want, it’s yours.”

I know what I want, desperately, but I’m not ready to go there with him yet. I don’t know if I ever will be.

“Do you want…” His voice trails off as he backs up slightly so he can bend forward to meet my gaze. “I could take the lead.”

A shiver moves down my spine and all I can do is nod and whisper, “Please.”

Oakley’s eyes heat as he nods. “I’d love to, kitten. I want to discover all the ways I can make you purr for me.”

“I’m not ready for…” I shake my head as the words jumble on my tongue.

“Hey.” He cups my chin in his hand. “I know. I got you, Low. You can trust me.”

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