Page 48 of The Naughty List

She tilts her head, chewing her bottom lip again.

“The fact you have to think about it says everything. Did you ever fake it?”

Her mouth opens then snaps shut again. “Yes.”

“Can I ask why? I mean, we both know how it works, if you communicate to your partner what excites you, what turns you on…” Her eyes grow heavy as I talk, her throat constricting as she swallows. “What makes you come…well, it might be uncomfortable at first, but it could save the relationship.”

She shrugs. “You’re right, and it wasn’t always this way. I think I just got tired of explaining it every time, you know?”

“I don’t think I do. Every time, meaning?”

“The best way I can explain it is this…imagine something you love doing or something that makes you feel amazing…like a massage. But every single time you go to your masseuse, you have to tell them step-by-step, over and over again what to do to make you feel good. It not only negates the relaxation aspect, but it’s exhausting, especially when the next time they completely disregard everything you already told them and do what makes them feel good instead.”

Is she seriously saying this idiot could never get her off?

“Did he ever make you come?” I know I’m drifting into seriously dangerous territory here, but between the rum and how intoxicated I am by her, I can’t seem to stop myself. The air suddenly feels thick and charged between us. I reach over, brushing a tendril of her strawberry blond hair from her face.

“Um, yes, but only a few times and not from—not sex.”

“You mean he couldn’t make you come with his cock?” She looks away, but I reach out and tug her chin to make her look at me. “Did he use his tongue or his fingers?”

Her breathing picks up. “His fingers.”

“Inside?”

She shakes her head.

“Hmm, so he never got you off with his tongue or his cock? What about the other men you’ve been with?”

She doesn’t answer right away. After a few seconds, she shakes her head.

“No?”

“There haven’t been any other men. He’s the only one I’ve been with.”

I can’t hide my shock. Now I see why she’s struggling to get over this asshole. She has a special bond with him.

“That’s the problem, sweetheart. You’ve been with a boy; you need to be with a man. A man who knows how to treat a woman, how to listen and watch your body respond to his touch so he can please you.”

She’s about two seconds from climbing into my lap, it’s written all over her face. Lust, desire, but also a touch of uncertainty. From what she’s been saying, she isn’t used to taking what she wants from a man. I want to show her she’s capable.

“It’s so hot in here,” she says, attempting to stand up, but her legs wobble. I reach out to grab her arm and pull her toward me, and she tumbles forward, about to land on her knees in my lap, but I grab her waist, slowly lowering her until she’s straddling me.

“Oh.” The word comes out on a sigh as her ass hits my lap.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you stumble, I was just um…” I don’t finish my statement.

“What were you going to do?” she asks. My hands are still resting on her waist and her hands are on my shoulders where she caught herself.

I can feel myself growing firm against her ass, the warmth of her body sending my hormones into overdrive. I don’t want to release her.

“Something I shouldn’t,” I answer, my eyes falling to her pink lips.

Her knee slowly slides further away from my body, aided by her tights. She attempts to adjust herself until her body is hovering over me slightly, but her other knee slips and she falls down a little harder. She repeats the process again, and this time I tighten my grip on her waist.

“Sadie, sweetheart, you need to sit still or we’re about to have a situation.”

“What?” She tries to get up one more time, almost grinding down on me as she situates herself, and I can’t bite back a groan.

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