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I nudge the door open, and it creaks. She spins, covering herself up. “Aidan.”
I don’t care about any of that modesty nonsense. “I’ve seen you naked,” I tell her, smirking.
“Yeah, but—”
I turn away, peering out the windows. “A real boyfriend would make sure no one was spying on you.”
“Oh really?” she asks.
“And a real boyfriend would make sure you were settled in for the night.”
“Uh-huh.”
I spin toward her. “A real boyfriend would make sure his girl didn’t go to bed without an orgasm.”
She sucks in a breath. “Aidan… We did that. It wasn’t— It was—”
“It was amazing until it got complicated. It’s not going to get complicated this time.” I don’t know who I’m trying to talk into this. Me or her. “My offer still stands, Angel. While we’re faking it, we can be friends with benefits.”
“But no sex?” she asks, her brows lifting.
“No sex. Just you and me crossing off items on your to-do list.”
She bites her lip. I suspect hesitancy, but before I can come up with another excuse to talk her into it, she says, “I do have something I’ve been thinking about.”
“What’s that?”
“Will you teach me how to…” She trails off until her gaze stops on my crotch.
16
BAILEY
I can’t getthe actual words out. They sound too dirty in my head, so saying them out loud would surely make me blush and stutter. Like I don’t know what I’m doing.
Because I don’t.
My experience with guys before Aidan was limited to a few very innocent kisses. My parents have had me locked up tighter than Rapunzel. Honestly, I don’t even know why they agreed to let me come here unless they thought I was safe with Aidan.
If only my parents knew I was also getting sex education… They would yank me out so damn quick.
Aidan reaches down. His hand grabs his jeans, and underneath that, I’m hoping his growing cock. “You’ve never?” The awe in his voice is something to behold. I don’t know how to tell him that he’s the first person to make me orgasm. That he’s the first person besides myself to touch me in any sexual way.
My mouth suddenly goes dry as I watch him. “Never.” I didn’t know I could feel like this. I’ve seen movies. I understand the emotion of falling for someone. The intensity. But this is something else. Somethingmore.
I lift my gaze to stare into his eyes. “Is that bad?”
He groans, and I don’t know how to take it. He was probably hoping for someone more experienced, like the girl who showed up in his room in nothing but a robe. She probably knew exactly what she was doing.
“As your fake boyfriend…” He pauses, and I’m hanging on his every word. Finally, he says, “I have to tell you how hot it is. Also as your fake boyfriend…” he takes a deep breath, and his eyes cloud over, “I should tell you that I’m a bastard for wanting to be your first.”
I shake my head. Aidan’s definitely not a bastard. He’s been nothing but kind to me. He gave in to this silly fake dating scheme. He’s actually taken my to-do list seriously.
The sound of Aidan lowering his zipper sends a rip current through me, threatening to take me under. I’m hot all over. My body aches with need in the blink of an eye. The intensity is a bit overwhelming, and I wonder if Aidan feels it too.
He unclasps the button on his jeans and shoves them down past his ass. His dick presses against his boxer briefs like it’s in a cage it wants to be free from. In one swift movement, Aidan maneuvers his boxers out of the way, and the head of his cock pops free.
I squeeze my thighs together. Girls on TV talk like this is something they should do. They don’t really want to. But that’s not the vibes I’m getting right now.