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“If that’s what you need to help with your self-esteem, baby, then go for it, but I don’t think you need to get them done. Breasts aren’t what make you beautiful.” He pressed his finger gently against her chest. “It’s what's in here that makes you beautiful, and Minx, you’ve got a gorgeous heart.” He moved his finger down her torso, over her hip and to her thigh. “You’ve also got incredible legs.” Leaning forward, he gently nipped the top of her thigh.

How did she wind up so lucky as to find this man? She could count on one finger the number of guys she’d been with that hadn’t asked her at some point if she’d ever considered getting implants. And that one guy was Nate. Every other man had in some way mentioned to her the size of her breasts.

“Totally your choice, babe, of course, but like, have you ever thought about implants? It’s just a question. I’m just curious. Why are you looking at me like that?”

That was pretty much how it went down every single time.

Not with Nate, though. Nate genuinely didn’t care whether she filled out a bra or had beestings for tits.

“Why are you so good to me?” she said through a tight throat. There were those tears again. She refused to let them fall, though. Not anymore. She was done crying over the fact that she didn’t find herself to be beautiful and men wanted her to change her body—for them. If she was going to change her body, it would be for her and her alone. Besides, she was ruining the mood and she and Nate could be doing far better things with their growing high and their time.

“Good people deserve goodness,” he said, surging forward so he was back above her, his cockhead once again knocking her belly. “And you’re a good person.” His lips brushed hers. “You high?”

She nodded. It didn’t take much to get her feeling good in the head. She hadn’t done cannabis in such a long time that half a bottle of the lemonade—so just a few sips—and she was cruising at an altitude of ten-thousand-feet on a magic carpet made of cotton candy. “You?”

“A little,” he said, nuzzling her jaw. “Tell me where you want me. What’s going to make you feel amazing? My cock? My tongue? My fingers? Tell me how to make your stubborn cat purr, Minx.”

Again, she could count on one finger the number of men who had ever asked her that. And that one man was Nate. He cared about what she wanted and didn’t just use her for his own pleasure, hoping she found some of her own in the process.

It really wasn’t that hard to be a considerate lover, or good in bed, and yet, so many men she’d met and been with just didn’t give a crap. Their orgasm was the only orgasm that mattered. She could have been a fleshlight for all they cared.

Quickly, though, she shoved those depressing thoughts out of her head because there was a man very dedicated to her pleasure, who found her beautiful and smart and interesting, waiting for her to tell him where to touch her.

“Decisions, decisions,” she murmured, smiling when he dropped his head and scraped his teeth, then his stubble over one of her nipples, then the other.

“You can have it all, too. Start with one, move on to the other, and finish with your favorite.”

“I can’t decide. I love them all.” The pot was taking its effect now and every touch of his skin to hers sent ribbons of pleasure dancing through her. All her nerve endings were awake, paying attention and hyper-sensitive. She loved it.

She’d heard some of the other dancers talking about how amazing sex when high on ecstasy was, but she’d never indulged in that. If it was anything like how she felt now though, she understood the appeal.

But she didn’t touch drugs when she was abroad. The stories she’d heard about foreigners being carted off to jail for a hundred years or whatever for possession of a controlled substance was enough to make her question whether she should even carry Midol in her purse.

Trailing his fingers down her body, while continuing to torture her nipples in the best kind of way, he circled her clit with his index finger, pulling wetness from her center. Her hips leaped off the bed and he chuckled as he pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Pushing two fingers into her channel, his thumb pressed her clit, and she was pretty sure she blacked out for half a second.

She squeezed her muscles around his fingers, bucking her hips up and moaning when he pressed up hard on her G-spot.

“Dear God, Nate,” she crooned when he scraped his whiskery chin across her chest to her other breast, rubbed the stubble over her tight, hard nipple, then pulled it into his mouth.

“How many times can we make you come, Minx?”

“I don’t know,” she breathed, her hands coming up to grip the sides of the pillow. “I might black out after one. Good God, this is incredible.”

Scissoring his fingers back and forth inside her, while his thumb wiggled over her clit and his mouth and chin played with her nipples, Mieka was close to combusting. And yet, she could also stave off the orgasm better than she’d ever been able to before. She was able to ride that delicious paper-thin edge of pure pleasure for much longer than she’d ever been able to in the past. Normally, when that tipping point came, she couldn’t control herself from tumbling over. No matter how much she metaphorically windmilled her arms to stay up on the ledge, she would inevitably fall forward, off the cliff and into the full-on climax.

But not tonight. Not now. It had to be the weed. Or a combination of the weed and Nate. But either way, she’d never edged like this before and it was amazing.

She could enjoy the journey longer, experience more pleasure, let it build slower and stronger until she felt it in every cell of her body.

Nate lifted his head from her breast for a moment and brought it to her ear, biting the lobe before whispering, “I want to hear you come, Minx. I want you to squeeze my fingers in your tight little pussy. Then I’m going to put my mouth on you and make you come again before I finally slide inside you and we come together.” Then he dropped his mouth back to her breast, scraped his scruff over the nipple and she finally, at long last, came.

And holy hell, did she ever come.

The orgasm was never ending. It started off strong and just kept going, building to a decadent crescendo that had her seeing stars, smelling colors, and hearing numbers. Or maybe those were angels and harps, she couldn’t tell. The backside of the mountain was long and luxurious as her legs trembled and her body shook with the strong aftershocks. Pleasure seeped into every fiber of her body, every fingertip, every toe.

With a sigh of pure, unadulterated contentment, she relaxed into the bed and released her death grip on the pillow. Another rush of pleasure spun through her briefly when Nate removed his fingers from her and released her nipple from his mouth.

“God, you come so beautifully, Minx. The sighs and the moans, the calls to a higher power.” His chuckle was dark and deep and made her pulsing pussy clench.