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She freezes, and I realize my mistake.

“It’s good, buttercup,” I say, wrenching my lids open. “It’s too fucking good because it’s going to go too fucking fast.”

Her smile sends another jolt of pleasure through me.

Then she squeezes tighter, strokes faster.

Fuck, she’s a fast learner.

Fuck, I’m too close already.

I’m riding that razor’s edge, our hands moving rapidly together, my hips jerking, sweat breaking out on my back. My orgasm is coiling tight, sitting right at the base of my spine, so ready to explode that I know I have to warn her. “Careful, baby,” I grunt, still stroking, unable to stop now. “I’m going to?—”

“Show me, honey,” she whispers. “Show me everything. Show me you.”

I tighten our grip.

Then I show her what I like.

Show her what I need.

Show her what happens when I come apart.

And because of that, I know I’m going to show her every part of me.

Thirty-Five

Tiff

“You look cute as a student,”he murmurs, elbows resting on the frame of my open driver’s side window, his body bent so his eyes can hold mine.

It’s Monday morning.

The weekend we spent together was…

Maybe the best couple of days of my life.

Haley had taken Jean-Michel’s directive to heart and started making arrangements. I still felt guilty about him paying—and a little frustrated that he took over—but I can’t deny that it feels as though a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

And when I spoke to my dad, he sounded more at ease than he’s been in ages.

So, I’ve shoved the guilt down.

Pushed it aside.

Maybe I can’t afford to pay Jean-Mi back, dollars for dollars, but I’m going to in other ways.

And those other ways will definitely include orgasms.

Because I fucking love watching him as he comes, as his face softens and his body goes hard and my name tumbles off his lips.

Of course, I’m still winning in the orgasm column—he’s far too generous.

Not that I’m complaining.

I grin up at him. “And you sure can wear a suit.”

His eyes warm. “You’ll be home late tonight?”