Page 13 of Ever Mine

I want to be her first and last. That’s the thought playing on repeat in my brain. Again, I won’t be confessing that.

“A turnoff? Fuck no.” I pick up a strand of her silky, soft brown hair and twirl it around a finger. “Why would that ever be a turnoff?”

She shrugs. “I went out with a guy in my graduate program, and when I mentioned it to him, he thought it was super weird that I was in my twenties and still a virgin.”

“He sounds like a complete knob,” I say.

She laughs. “Your accent is rather inspiring when I think about my English Duke and lady.”

“I can whisper whatever you need me to get the scenes just right.” I softly grab her chin and stare into those chocolatey eyes. “Not only is you being a virgin not a turnoff, I find the prospect of being your first intriguing and very alluring. I’ve never actually had that particular honor before.”

She nods, slowly. “Okay… so how exactly do we proceed with this… uh… research?”

Her voice trembles slightly on the last word, and the sound goes straight to my groin.

I tilt my head, letting my gaze drag over her lips. “That depends. What kinds of things are you hoping to explore?”

Her eyes widen just a fraction, but she doesn’t shy away.

“Well…” She glances toward the door, then back at me. “Kissing. Definitely kissing. Maybe… some, um, grinding?”

“Dry humping,” I correct, my voice dropping.

Color blooms high on her cheeks. “Right. That.” She swallows hard. “And oral sex. Both kinds. Performing and receiving.”

Jesus Christ.

My pulse stutters. My restraint, usually ironclad, stretches to the breaking point.

“Addison,” I say, the word rougher than I intend. I drop my hands from her face. “You need to stop talking and go back to your office. Right now.”

Her brows knit together. “Why?”

“Because if you don’t,” I murmur, stepping even closer, “I’m going to go down on you right here. And I assure you, I take my snacks very seriously.”

Her lips part, a soft gasp slipping out. “Oh.”

“Precisely.”

For a moment, we just breathe each other’s air—my self-control dangling by a thread.

Then she blurts, “I also have a list.”

I blink. “A list?”

She nods, fast. “Of, uh… positions. Stuff I might want to try someday.”

I groan quietly, pinching the bridge of my nose. “You are determined to test the limits of my professionalism, aren’t you?”

Her eyes sparkle, a mix of nerves and teasing. “Maybe. Is it working?”

“Fuck yes, it’s working. Give me your hand.”

She holds it out to me, and I lower it to the front of my trousers. There is no way she is missing my raging erection pressing against the zipper.

“Oh,” she breathes.

“Yes, oh.”