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Page 8 of Make-Believe Match

I laughed. “Same. I work with kids a lot, and they’re so honest and funny. No bullshit.”

“Exactly.” He tipped up his glass. “So are you a teacher?”

“You could say that.” I sighed and shook my head. “But I don’t really want to talk about work. It will just stress me out, and I’m trying to unwind tonight.”

He nodded. “You know what you need?”

“An orgasm.”

I swear to God, I only meant tothinkit.

But when Devlin choked on his whiskey, I realized I’d said it.

Out.

Loud.

TWO

devlin

For a second,I couldn’t breathe.

My eyes watered as I tried to stop coughing and regain my senses.

Had this stunning brunette with the bombshell curves and fuck-hot legs just asked me to give her an orgasm? Could any man be so lucky sofast?

“Actually, I was just going to ask you to dance, but I like your idea better.”

“Oh my God—I cannot believe that just came out of my mouth.” Lexi set down her drink and buried her face in her hands, which was a crying shame. Wide-set eyes, adorable dimple in her chin, and a sensuous mouth that was putting all sorts of unholy thoughts in my head. She peeked at me from between her fingers. “You have to forget I said that.”

I grinned. “Sorry, that’s never going to happen.”

“I want to die right now.”

“I’m not going to kill you, but say the word, and I’ll do my best to make you see God.”

She dropped her hands into her lap and shook her head. “What iswrongwith me? Why would I say that to a complete stranger?”

“I’m not mad about it.”

“Just when I thought this night couldn’t get worse.”

I tried to make her laugh. “Look, if that’s really what you need, I believe I can deliver.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Come on.” I gave her shoulder a playful little nudge. “It seems unfair of you to doubt my word without giving me a chance to demonstrate my skills.”

“It’s not you, it’s me. I can’t...do that anymore.”

“Do what?”

“Have a—you know...” She made little explosive motions with her hands, like mini-fireworks going off. “A proper finish.”

“Why not?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.”