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“Your performance was impressive,” he said.

Ava beamed at his praise. “Is that so?”

“Indeed. But there are still certain things you could learn,” he said. “I suppose I might as well show you.”

In a flash, he had divested her of her chemise—with her help, of course—until she was sitting on his desk stark naked.

The wood felt cold against her skin, but her resolve did not waver. Not when her husband’s eyes were roving over her body as though she were a work of art.

“I have never seen you fully naked before,” Edwin breathed.

Instinctively, Ava covered her breasts with her arm. She suddenly felt shy. What was she thinking, baring herself so freely?

“Ava,” Edwin said as he caressed her cheeks, “your body is magnificent. You should never hide it.”

As though transfixed, Ava dropped her arm to her side.

She trusted him, and if he said her body was beautiful, then it must be.

She watched as his hands trailed down to her breasts, igniting every inch of her skin in their wake. He cupped them in his hands and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

She gasped, and he smiled triumphantly.

She was disappointed when he let go of her breasts. But then he moved down her body and stopped at her mound.

He lowered his face and inhaled deeply. She was confused as to why he would do this, but when he rose, he had a contented, glorious look on his face.

The next moment, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked.

This was different. It felt different from when she had touched herself. It felt even more intimate, more thrilling. Her whole body came alive.

“Edwin,” she breathed.

She felt his fingers slide down her mound and circle her bud. However, he did not stop there. His fingers slid lower and found?—

“There it is,” he purred as he released her nipple, leaving her aching for more. “Wet and ready.”

He was right—she could feel the wetness dripping out of her.

He circled her entrance with his finger, spreading her wetness over her folds. He looked up at her before he returned to her breast, sucking on it as though it contained his sustenance.

She was only just getting used to his mouth on her breast again when he slid a finger inside her.

Ava tensed immediately and gasped.

In an instant, he withdrew his finger and released her breast. He looked down at her, concern etched on his face. “Are you hurt?”

Ava shook her head, grinning. “Quite the opposite.”

She slid one of her hands behind her and leaned back on it so that he could have better access to her body.

When his finger slipped inside her again, she was ready. She felt different—stretched yet full. And when he finally began to move his finger, she gripped the edge of the desk tightly.

His movements were slow—painfullyslow. Yet it was deliberate, as though he wanted to take his time exploring every inch of her body.

He slid his fingers in and out of her in a consistent rhythm that she soon began to follow. She gyrated her hips, meeting his finger when he slipped in and withdrawing when he slipped out.

That familiar warmth bloomed again in her belly, but this time it was more intense.