Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
My brows lift. “Wow, yeah, I can imagine that must have been a big deal. You were practically still a child. No wonder that made a mark on your psyche.”
“I wouldn’t say it made a—” he starts, but I cut him off before he can finish.
“But I’m in a very different situation. I’m nearly a decade older than you were when you lost your virginity. I’m a fully grown adult with needs, and I’m tired of putting those needs on the back burner while I wait for a relationship-worthy man to come along. I’d actually like to have some fun and get really good at sex before that happens.” I let my smile widen as I take a step closer. “And that’s where you come in.”
He frowns harder. “Where I come in?”
Bracing myself to put it all on the line, I tip my head back, giving Christian a clear view down the front of my dress as I whisper in my most seductive voice, “Yes, where you come in and go out and come in and go out until we both feel so good, you’ll kick yourself for nearly letting this sexy, no-strings opportunity pass you by.”
For a second, I think Christian’s going to pass out.
His face goes white and sweat breaks out on his upper lip.
But he doesn’t pass out. He does something far, far worse.
He tips his head back and starts to laugh.
Chapter Eight
CHRISTIAN
“Stop it!” Starling smacks my chest. “Why are you laughing? That was good dirty talk!”
“That was terrible dirty talk,” I say, still laughing hard enough to make my stomach hurt. “It reminded me of that creepy rhyme from when we were kids—the worms go in, the worms go out, the worms go wiggling through your snout.”
“It was nothing like that!” She pokes my abs with one stabby finger. “It was flirty and fun. And you liked it at first, I could tell.”
I did like it at first.
I liked the delivery, anyway, if not the words themselves. But then the ridiculousness of the entire situation hit full force, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how much time I’ve wasted having filthy fantasies about a woman with zero experience.
Starling and I are even worse a fit than I initially thought and I’m not about to get tangled up with a virgin. Way too much pressure and responsibility in that for me.
“Sorry,” I say, attempting to get myself under control. “I’m sure you’ll get better with time.”
She arches a wry brow. “Does that mean you’re volunteering as tribute?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Sorry. I’m not qualified to be a sex tutor.”
She props her hands on her hips with an affronted sound. “I don’t need a tutor. It’s sex, not rocket science, Christian. I’m sure my body will know what to do when the time is right. I just need experience and a chance to practice with someone I can trust.” She slaps my chest again. “And for some reason I trust your arrogant ass.”
“Well, thank you. I appreciate that.” I bite my bottom lip but can’t stop another smile from stretching across my face. “I really do.”
“Argh!” She stomps her foot, making her long skirt ripple. “You’re the worst. And awfully smug for a man who did the Macarena in a banana hammock.”
The smile drops from my face so fast I hear it make impact with the ground. “What? Where did you hear about that?” I curse beneath my breath. “Can no one keep their mouth shut these days? Trinity swore she wouldn’t tell anyone about that or the thing with the whipped cream.”
Now it’s Starling’s turn to smirk. “Oh yeah, the thing with the whipped cream was super gross. You should have shaved your chest first. Dairy spray and chest hair don’t mix. Especially really thick chest hair. You have an awfully lot of it for a blond. Is there a chance you might have a glandular problem?”
“You have a glandular problem,” I shoot back like a five-year-old, making her giggle.
“I really don’t,” she says. “I’m in perfect health, STD free, and on the pill. I’m ready and able to report for sex mentoring at your convenience, Mr. McGuire. I think mentoring is a much better word for what we’ll be up to than tutoring. I just need a little help from someone older and wiser to help me come into my own.” She drops her voice and her lids to half-mast as she adds, “And just come in general. I’ve never done that with someone else before and it sounds like a lot of fun.” Her lips part seductively as she adds, “Is it fun, Christian? Could you make it fun for me? For both of us?”
“Fuck,” I curse, making her emerald eyes dance.
“See, I’m getting better at the dirty talk already, aren’t I?” She sways forward, bringing her glorious cleavage close enough that I could have her nipple in my mouth in ten seconds or less.