Page 75 of Learn Your Lesson

For a split second.

Then, I realized what I was doing and promptly released her.

Chloe flushed when I did, hiding her face behind her chaotic hair as she not-so-eloquently rolled off my lap and splayed out on the couch next to me.

We stayed like that a long moment, both of us breathing and sweating and silent.

Then, Chloe laughed.

She covered her face with her hands, giggling at first before she gave into the loudest, cutest, most addicting laugh. She peeked at me through her fingers, giggling harder when she saw my arched brow.

“I’m sorry,” she said, waving me off, and then she collapsed even more into the cushions with a sigh, her arms flopping out to the side. “It’s just…God. Is that… isthatwhat it’s supposed to feel like?”

I frowned, blinking, racking my brain to catch up with her words.

“Uh…”

She waved me off again before I could answer, sitting up and pinning her lip between her teeth. “Okay. I… I have a little confession.”

She was still fucking giggling while I sat there like I was missing a very big piece of the puzzle.

“Um, so… don’t freak out but… that was only my second time.”

My jaw hinged open.

SurelyI didn’t hear that right.

“Your… second time?” I repeated.

“Well,technicallymy first for whatever that magical thing you did with your mouth was,” she corrected. “Oh, and the whole dry humping thing.”

Her cheeks flamed with the words, and she hid behind her hands.

At least, until I peeled them off and pinned her with a stern look.

Did this woman just tell me that was her first time having someone go down on her?

That it was only hersecondtime having sex?

My heart started to gallop, panic threatening to seize me by the throat.

I framed her arms in my hands and pulled her to face me straight on.

“Explain.”

If I’d Have Known

Chloe

Shit.

I’m in trouble.

Will hadn’t spoken in a full five minutes since I’d finished telling him the truth about my sexual experience.

We had moved back to the table — me in a new set of pajamas thatwasn’tsoaking wet, and him in his boxer briefs and dress shirt, the buttons left open for me to enjoy the view of his hair-dusted chest and muscle-lined abdomen. Nacho and Pepper were still hiding somewhere in my bedroom, but Coconut had sauntered out to join us, flicking her tail and eyeing Will suspiciously from where she curled up by my feet.

I didn’t mind letting him quietly soak in the information, not when I had the opportunity to rake my eyes over every inch of him without hurry. Everything had happened so fast, I’d barely been able to register. But now, I could ruminate on the memory of his thick, long, hard cock, how he’d pumped himself with his eyes drinking mein, how he’d fisted my hair when I’d attempted to go down on him without a fucking clue what I was doing.