Page 79 of All Twerk, No Play

He lifted one of my legs. “Well look at that, you haven’t. And it’s still gorgeous.”

Oh my god. I couldn’t believe that he not only checked it out, but complimented it.

Trying to disguise my embarrassment, I lifted my chin. “That wasn’t on your fantasy list.”

“Of course it is, baby,” he said coyly, “but you interrupted to talk about your kitchen.”

I raised a brow, trying to conceal my surprise. “You want … that?”

“Yeah, because I think you’d really,” his fingertips grazed a little lower, “reallylike it.”

Going there now was too much to even consider. “Not tonight.”

His fingertips reversed course as hope sprang in his eyes. “Another night?”

I inwardly preened that he’d break his rule for another night.

Fuck, I wanted another night. Or a week. What had I put in the contract? The night ends when one person leaves the premises? What if we didn’t leave? He was right that I’d left a loophole … how could I use that to extend this escape from reality?

Maybe me tying him to my bed was one of his fantasies …

“Maybe. But right now …” My gaze landed between his legs. “Looks like your refractory period is up.”

He feigned shock at the discovery that he was hard. “Well would you look at that, it is!”

This time I didn't even try to hide my laughter. I couldn’t stop enjoying him, no matter how hard I tried.

“Thanks for letting me know,” he said with an exaggerated hat tip. “Is there a reason you pointed it out? Something you want?”

I’d never had multiple orgasms with a partner or been with a man who could go more than once. For a moment, I regretted calling out his prowess. If I hadn’t challenged him, I would be showered and passed out by now.

But there he was, gorgeously aroused again. I was paying the price—and reaping the rewards—for inviting home a 26-year-old.

If I said I was too tired, he’d kiss me goodnight. And if I wanted him to stay, he would. I wouldn’t even need to ask, just nod to the other pillow. He’d know.

He leaned forward, hovering over my body while lightly biting my bottom lip. Giving me time to think, while showing me what I could have.

I decided to tap out. I’d come so hard my limbs might not function tomorrow. And he’d come too, apparently fulfilled a fantasy, so I wouldn’t leave him hanging. I’d invite him to stay so maybe we could go again in the morning …

Until he said the only thing that would spur me on.

“You’re not a quitter, are you?”

That bastard.

“No,” I glared, but I couldn’t hold it, my lips lifting to give me away. “No, I’m not a quitter.”

I reached for the pile beside my nightstand for the condom he’d tossed there earlier, mentally preparing me for where he wanted tonight to go, and flicked it at him.

He caught it and paused. “You sure?”

He knew my limbs were jelly and my mind was mush, which gave me the courage to confess, “I already came twice tonight—”

“Hard,” he added, though I wasn’t sure if he was giving me a pass or if he wanted to hear me say it. Maybe both.

“Harder than ever before with a partner,” I said to stroke his ego, and his cock stiffened. “I can't come again.”

“Victoria,” he said in his coach voice. “Can we still have fun, even if you don’t come?”

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