Page 101 of Him Lessons

“A tiny pink bow?”

“Yes.”

“Damn. I’d really like to see that,” he said gruffly. “But you know why I can’t, don’t ya?” She nodded, gaze sliding back to his shoulder as his voice lowered to a lusty rasp. “You know that if I see that tiny pink bow, then those panties are gonna come off because you know I’m gonna wanna get at that tiny pink thing inside ‘em, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said, another sweet whimper of sound, “I know.”

“Is it wet for me now? That tiny pink thing?”

She nodded again, cheeks blooming with color.

“Good,” he said with a chuckle of satisfaction. “Then this won’t be adryrun will it?”

That won him another nod.Andanother tiny smile.

“Okay,” he said, sobering. “That leads me to my other condition…”

She glanced up at the shift in his tone. “Yes, Luke?”

Damn, he liked the way she said his name all breathy and needy like that. She was already giving him exactly what he wanted, and he hadn’t even spelled it out yet.

“When we’repracticing,it’s just us. It’s just me and you. Luke and Andy. No one else.”

“No one else,” she repeated softly.

“And when you come — and youwillfucking come — I wanna hearmyname spilling from those cock-teasing lips. You read me?”

“I read you.”

“Good. Now, seduce me.”

Andy sat up and shifted to a kneeling position beside him, nervous excitement underscoring her movements as she pressed a hand to the meat of his shoulder and pushed. He fell to his back, smiling at her aggressiveness.

Scooting over, Andy motioned him to the middle of the bed. Luke was all too happy to oblige her, and for a moment, he simply lay there, enjoying the way her eager gaze pored over his body.

But as the seconds ticked by, the surf instructor–turned–sex coach in him grew a little restless. “Touching me would be a good place to start.”

“Right,” she exhaled, eyes flickering to his before they found his shoulder again. Lifting her hand to the ink there, she trailed her fingers over the dense cluster of graphics. “Are these your designs?”

“Some are mine. Some are Dylan’s. Val’s old man does the actual tattooing at a shop not far from here.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Getting inked? Nah, not too much.” He shrugged into the warm grasp of her palm. “But then again, I’ve got a fairly high tolerance for pain.”

“Is that so?” Something mischievous — and more than a little heated — sparked to life in her eyes as she studied his tat sleeve. A split second later, Andy wrapped her hands around it, locking down hard on the thick meat of his bicep. “How’s that?” she asked, voice dropping to a dark growl. “You like it?”

Luke didn’t know whether to bust out laughing or offer instruction. Something told him the first wouldn’t go over well. “Reminds me of a wonky blood pressure cuff. You can do better. Use those talons.”

Digging her nails in, she squeezed with enthusiasm. “Want more? I can go harder,” she gritted out.

Strangely enough, he did. The woman’s baby dominatrix moves — as amusing as they were — were also rather arousing. “Do your worst.”

She clamped down like a vise. Only with more claw this time. Luke’s dick gave a lusty jolt.

God damn, he’d liked to feel that sweet sting raking down his back as he rode her tight little pussy into the mattress.

Andy seemed to have other ideas.

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