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“You’re making me nervous,” she said lightly while his brain heated with what he needed to say and how and what not to say.
“I need a second to gather my thoughts. You have a water?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice soft as she hurried to the kitchen. He stared at her ass, the sight of perfection stealing his mind and breath. He barely managed to close his eyes when she opened the fridge and glanced back. “Take your time.”
“I need to help the Kings fix the marriages. With the students. But it requires things I don’t have. Which is experience with…certain aspects of…relationships.”
Fuck, that wasn’t the road to the work date he’d planned to ask her on.
She made her way back and handed him the water while sitting entirely too close to him. “Okay. Like what?” she wondered, opening her water, oblivious to what was brewing in his brain.
“Like everything, really. I was thinking…that the Bishops’ wife holds marriage classes and the Bishop is holding husband classes. I think if I attended the husband classes and you attended—”
“Thewifeclasses,” she finished eagerly, making his cock jerk. “That’sbrilliant!I’ll ask questions, take notes, whatever you want, I’m your girl.”
He stared at her whileI’m your girlplayed in his head like a prophecy. “Yes,” he muttered, turning his gaze before him. “And I’ll do the same.”
The date. Ask about the date.
“What else do you need to learn?”
“I need to understand things that…I don’t think you can handle teaching me.”
The fucking date!
He dared to look at her and recognized the expression she wore. She’d had it when they kissed. He realized it was arousal and instantly became enflamed that she was. While sittingrightthere. Wanting what he wanted. No, not possible. The things he wanted were…obscene. Indecent. Filthy. So very filthy.
“What?” she wondered, the timidity in her voice making his condition worse.
“I need to understand pleasure. What it means to give it. Receive it.”
Fuck.
“Oh,” she whispered, the single word breathless. “I…I think it’s a…a bad idea for me to…”
“Idon’t,” he said, his head shaking a little. “I think it’s the perfect idea.”
“But…you said…sex was—”
“I never said sex. I said pleasure.”
She wet her lips and he was beyond drunk with need. “Is that…different to you?”
“Yes,” he assured. “And I would prefer not having to find another to help me learn this.” His pulse hammered in his chest at the ballsy move.
She lowered her head. “Well…I mean…like what…what kind of pleasure?”
“I have book knowledge, but not theexperience.And it’s in the experience that these missing concepts lie. I just need…to experience a woman…orgasming. Perhaps…you can show me this. Without me touching?”
“Oh God,” she gasped, closing her eyes.
His burning brain thought quickly to obtain her submission. “If you prefer, I can…do it first.”
“Do what first?” she asked, hopping off the couch. “Gonna get a grape juice. You want one?”
His mind continued to churn up options she might find saner. “What if you…showed me while I wasn’t here? An instructional via video. That I can study.”
“Maybe I’ll have milk. Warmed up. Or Vodka,” he heard her mumble, getting a glass from the cabinet.
