Page 24 of Beauty and the Billionaire Boss

“Belle…”

“Aw, come on. I’m interested. You’re educating me, remember? What makes a girl good for you in bed? Is it if she gives good head?” I know men like blow jobs, if nothing else.

“It’s not about whether someone does A, B, or C. It’s about enthusiasm and connection.”

“Are you serious?”

He looks puzzled at my incredulity. “Yeah.”

“I would have thought a guy like you would get impatient with someone who didn’t know how to do stuff.”

He gives me a hurt look. “I don’t expect a girl to know anything. As long as she’s willing and keen, I’m happy to do all the work.”

I shake my head in wonder. “I’ve learned so much today.”

“Glad I could help,” he says, his brows drawing together. “I think.”

“I know people joke about sex being like flavors of ice cream, but it really is like knowing there are a hundred different flavors in the shop, and only ever having tried vanilla.” I think about everything he’s told me and feel a surge of envy. “I suppose you’d be chocolate chip cookie dough.”

“Nah. Neapolitan.”

Puzzled, I say, “Why so?”

His lips curve up. “Think about it.”

“Um… it’s vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry.”

“I like all three,” he says. “Especially the chocolate and strawberry. The colors, I mean.”

“Pink and brown?” Oh shit, I think he’s talking about vaginal and anal sex. My face burns at how clueless I am. “Oh my God.”

He sees my blush, laughs, and says, “Aw…” Putting his arm around me, he pulls me toward him, and I rest my forehead on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” he says, and kisses the top of my head. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“It’s okay, I’m just so fucking naïve.”

“You’re very sweet.”

“Yeah, that’s the word every girl wants to hear.”

He chuckles. “You’re an intriguing combination of sweet and sexy. It’s not a bad thing. I’m envious of the guy who gets to teach you everything.”

I look up at him. His arm is still around me, and he’s smiling.

“I can’t imagine going to bed with a guy like you,” I whisper. “Do you really give a girl an orgasm every time you sleep with them?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Every time.”

“How do you know they’re not faking?”

“Well… I guess I don’t.” He blinks. “That’s a thought that’s gonna fester.”

I giggle. Then I nibble my bottom lip. “How do you do it?”

“Belle…” He gives me a pained look.

“Please, Damon.” I’m burning with curiosity.

He sighs. “I make sure there’s plenty of foreplay, so she’s well lubricated. I use my fingers and tongue as many times as I have the stamina for. And then make her come during penetration.”

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