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She opened her mouth and then closed it before afakelaugh erupted from her lips.

“It feels so good. I love it,” she lied.

I leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on her thigh. “Those sexy little moans and those sweet words coming from that perfect fucking mouth may have fooled the assholes you’ve been with before. But they’re not fooling me. Tell me what you like. We’re not going to stop until it feels so good you’re screaming and riding my faceandbegging for more.”

She turned her head to her side, her white teeth biting into her plump bottom lip.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Here’s a little thing about me, baby, my favorite thing about sex is pleasuring my partner. And since I’m positive that sex with you is going to be the best thing I’ve ever experienced, I want to make sure it’s the best thingyou’veever experienced as well.”

She was quiet for a long moment, and I took the time to skim my fingers down her smooth thighs, trying to think up my best tricks to get my girl going.

I was in it to win it.

“I’ve never been able to…”

I waited for her to finish the sentence. I was obviously slow in the head since it took me more than a second to realize what she was talking about.

“You’ve never?” I asked. It wasn’t a stretch to say that my girl was very…experienced. The idea that she’d never gotten off with all of those pathetic fuckers was…I don’t know that I’d ever been more shocked…and pissed off.

She was still averting her eyes, staring at the wall like it held the secrets of the universe.

“I’ve gotten myself off, I just…” Her words were halting, and her cheeks were the flushed color I’d been hoping they'd be while I was eating her out. “No one’s ever been able to make me come. I don’t think it’s possible.”

My fingers were still making small circles on her skin as my mind raced with ideas.

“Oh, it’s possible, Red.”

“Red?” she asked, sounding amused.

“Yep, because thoseredlips torture me every time I look at you—I love them so much.”

Her blush deepened.

“You’ve just never had someone with the right touch. Your body obviously has standards,” I continued.

She finally met my gaze, a small smile on her lips that I could tell she was trying to hide. “You sound very cocky, Mr. York. You should know, no one’s even come close.”

“Not cocky, just confident, baby. And along with my superb skills, I also happen to be the most determined motherfucker on the planet. So it feels like I have everything going for me,” I replied, feeling like perhaps I’d just discovered my purpose on this Earth. I’d always thought it was hockey, but obviously I’d been wrong. It was to take care of Sloane Calloway—physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Not sure what that last one meant, but I was quite sure that this girl was the closest thing to heaven I could get, so it seemed to fit.

I sat up, determination sinking down my veins as I searched the room for a pen and paper.

“What are you doing?” she asked as she sat up and watched me search the room.

I got lost for a second staring at her bare skin. It was sort of an out-of-body experience looking at her. You started to think that maybe you had died or something or she’d been created by an alternate being than the rest of us—she was just that perfect-looking.

She stretched her arms above her head, fully taking advantage of all that perfection as she smirked at me. “Come back to bed,” she pouted.

I shook my finger at her, finally finding a pad of paper. “Nope. I can see right through you. You think it’s not possible, and you’re trying to distract me with all of that.”

Sloane slowly opened her legs, revealing the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen as she slid her hand down her body. “Are you sure you don’t want to come over here?” she purred.

I had to shake my head to keep a clear head. Because in fact, yes, I did want to go over there. Badly.

But it would be much easier for her to keep her distance from me if she didn’t connect with me during sex.

I’d meant what I’d said.