Page 29 of The Fix Up

Instead, she raised her hips so he could slide her pants the rest of the way off. Christ, he couldn’t believe this was happening, but he felt powerless to stop it. His fingers trailed between her legs as she opened them wider.

“God you’re wet,” he murmured.

“I swear I don’t usually do this with someone I’ve just?—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, kissing her to halt any explanation she felt she might need to deliver.

He wasn’t interested in judging her. He was interested in tasting her.

He slid down her body, leaving a wet trail of kisses as he went. First her belly button, then her hipbone, then the crease of her leg, then?—

“Oh my God!”

Her fingers gripped his head as his tongue probed her center, tasting, teasing, circling. Holly arched her back and clutched his hair as his tongue made slow circles around her clit. God, she tasted amazing. He shifted his weight to one elbow, freeing his right hand to move between her thighs. He slid one finger in, making her gasp again as he circled his tongue faster, working the sensitive nub.

He let his finger glide in and out, feeling her press against him with each stroke. She tensed around him, and he flattened his tongue, wanting her to feel him everywhere.

“I’m close,” she gasped, and the words sent a jolt through him.

He could feel her coiled like a spring beneath him as he licked her again. It was a powerful feeling, knowing all he had to do was slide his finger in again, stroke her just once more with his tongue and then?—

“Ben!” she screamed and dug her nails into his shoulders, bucking against him. He was delirious with the taste of her and the tight clench of her body around him. She screamed again, and he dropped one hand to her hip to hold her steady as he licked and stroked and sucked until he felt her go slack beneath him.

Ben drew back and rested a hand on her belly. She was lying back on the comforter with her eyes closed. Her cheeks flushed pink and damp, and a strand of dark hair lay plastered to her cheek. Ben had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life, and he wanted her all over again.

Holly opened her eyes and smiled. “Holy cow. That was amazing.”

Ben grinned. “Science geeks study a lot of human anatomy.”

She laughed. “Was that the secret? I thought it might be the monster paws.”

“That too.”

“Seriously, you could teach classes. How’d you get so good at that?”

He planted a kiss on her hipbone, tamping down the urge to feel cocky. “Uh, not to get too clinical, but there’s a distinct advantage to long fingers and a good angle.”

Holly laughed and sat up, brushing her hair from her cheek. “So that’s a G-spot, huh? And I thought I was the one here to teach you the lessons.”

Ben watched a crinkle form between her brows as she played her own words back to herself in her mind. Apparently, she didn’t like the way they sounded, because she sat up a little straighter and reached for her shirt.

“Look, I guess I should have thought of this before we got too carried away, but this probably isn’t a good idea.”

“You mean for me to write you a check and then have you end up naked on my living room floor?”

She grimaced. “Ouch.”

“Sorry,” he said, wishing he hadn’t tried to be flip. “I didn’t mean to make it sound like prostitution.”

“No, I’m sorry. I feel like I should reciprocate here, and God knows I really,reallywant to—” She shot a look at his crotch. “Really.” He watched her throat move as she swallowed hard. Then she turned and yanked her shirt on. “I feel like I shouldn’t take your money now.” She pulled on her pants, her fingers fumbling with the drawstring. “This whole thing is a little unethical, but you’re right—it’s the money changing hands that makes it really bad.”

“Look, I was just joking. There’s no reason this should interfere with our professional relationship.”

“That’s just it. I can’t go sleeping with a client. That’s like the most unprofessional move in the book.”

“Technically, we didn’t sleep together.”

She rolled her eyes as she cinched the waistband of the cashmere pants, and Ben tried not to take the double knot personally.

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