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“Wow.” She draws out the syllable like she wants to keep it to herself. “That was hot.”

“How’d I do?”

“I didn’t have to fake too much.”

“Brat.” I kiss her neck and run my tongue along the line of her throat. “You didn’t fake a second of that.”

“I can be very convincing.” Lexi drapes her arms around my neck and massages her thumb into my nape. I close my eyes and sigh. “That also wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“What were you expecting?”

“Something sweeter. Softer.” She brings her mouth to mine and kisses me, her tongue running along the path of my bottom lip. “Not so mind-blowing.”

“I’m happy I could deliver.” I splay my palm across her ribs and touch along the underside of her breast. They’re the perfect fucking size. Everything about her is perfect. “Are you doing okay?”

“I’m on top of the world.” Lexi kisses me again, and I can feel the truth behind the words. “Can I touch you now?”

“You don’t have to. I’m, uh… it’s going to be quick,” I admit. “Like, mocking-me worthy because of how short I’m going to last. If I can finish at all. We’ll see.”

“I don’t care about that.” She drops her hands to her chest and pushes her tits together. I wonder if that’s what she does when she’s alone. When she’s using her toy and thinking about something—or someone—specific while she gets off. “It means you’re enjoying being here with me.”

“Okay. Yeah. Um. That would… you can touch me.”

“Here.” Lexi sits up and scoots out from under me, patting the spot on the mattress she just occupied. “Lie down. Your legs must be killing you. I’m sure these are new positions you haven’t put your body in in a while.”

My quads are screaming at me, but I wasn’t going to ask her to hold off on her orgasm so I could stretch out my hip flexors. I’m not a selfish asshole.

“I’m okay,” I grit out, hoping she can’t see me wince as I get on my back. “Like I mentioned earlier, I haven’t been with anyone since my last test. Everything would come back negative.”

“For me too.” She watches me while I maneuver my hips and get comfortable, propping my head up on the pillows. “I’ve been too busy working with the stubborn hockey player who’s apparently an expert in female anatomy.”

“Science was always a favorite subject.”

When I’m settled, Lexi rubs her hands across my bare chest. She tugs on my sweatpants with a deliberate yank, pulling them halfway down my legs so she can take out my cock. Her fingers curl around my shaft and I groan, my left foot flexing and my right hand forming a fist when she strokes me up and down.

“Wow,” she whispers. “You’re so big.”

I smirk. “Think you can take all of me?”

“Easily. And everywhere you want to try.”

“Care to test that theory?”

Lexi brushes her hair out of her face. She bends from her hips and keeps her eyes locked on me as she lowers her head and sucks me into her mouth without blinking.

TWENTY-TWO

LEXI

I’ve beenwith men who couldn’t get me off even after I walked them through the process step by step, and here comes Riley Mitchell, the quiet NHL player who wears glasses and reads romance novels, who just gave me the best orgasm of my fucking life.

That has to be why he knows what he’s doing. I bet he’s the type of guy who uses the books as reference tools. He probably studies them with a highlighter in his mouth so he can pick out the parts he wants to try, the parts he thinks he’d be good at.

Unbelievable.

Other men should take notes.

I didn’t know what was happening. One minute he was kissing me, and the next he was making me come while I was still wearing my underwear and had my leggings halfway down my thighs.

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