Page 74 of Take My Love

“That’s ’cause you like being talked through it…and praised. I coulda told ya that.” I smirk, leaning back with my arms and ankles crossed. “And I assume your exes didn’t but now you’ve re-discovered that part of yourself.”

“Well, it’s stupid, and I hate you for remindin’ me.”

I can’t believe we’re in the middle of her kitchen having this conversation but I’m all for it if it’ll help her.

“Posey…” I say cautiously, tilting up her chin and looking into her deep blue eyes. They’re darker than usual since the only light in the room is above the sink.

“You like being told what to do durin’ sex ’cause you’re always in charge of every other aspect in your life. You’re used to being in control to regulate stress and anxiety. But once you let go and relax, you thrive with the approval of satisfyin’ your partner and doin’ what you’re told. This only works when you trust the other person and they make you feel safe enough to drop your guard. Otherwise, you stay tense and unable to give into what your body’s cravin’.”

“How can you possibly know that about me?” she asks as if she’s offended I know her so well.

“You came undone in my arms the moment you trusted me to give you what you wanted. Every time I told you how amazin’ you felt and that you were drivin’ me crazy, you’d squeeze me harder. When I realized how much you liked it, I continued talkin’ you through how good you were doin’ and how badly I needed you to come. There was no hesitation when I flipped you in different positions ’cause you knew I’d take care of you. Being vocal is what you need to feel secure enough to let go. Otherwise, you can’t turn off your brain to actually enjoy yourself.”

“I can’t believe you remember that from eight years ago.” Her voice is softer than before.

“I never forgot, Posey. It’s embedded into my brain like knowin’ my birthdate without even havin’ to think about it.Maybe ’cause it was my first time, but I know it’s ’cause it was with you. You set the standard for me.”

She bites her bottom lip and my eyes follow the movement as her tongue peeks out and slides across it. “That’s a lot to take in.”

“Sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear, but I’ll always be honest when you ask me somethin’.”

“So…” She twists her lips a few times. “Does that mean you knew whisperin’ in my ear durin’ yoga would affect me and did it anyway?”

“Well…” I smile to myself that she’s not denying I’m right about her. “I had to defend my honor after you insinuated I was vanilla and borin’ in bed.” My shoulders lift unapologetically. “I didn’t realize it’d break your vagina.”

Her eyes widen and she twists my nipple. “It’s my clit, so I guess you don’t knoweverything.”

“Hey, that’s attached.” I cover my pecs to prevent her from doing it again. “And I knowexactlywhere your clit is.”

She groans but not before I catch her gaze staring at my groin. It’s obvious talking about this has my body reacting to the memory of us together.

“Don’t overthink what I’m about to offer…” I say cautiously, her eyes finding mine again. “But as I’ve said before, I can help you if you’re up for it.”

“How so?”

“If you need someone in your ear to talk you through it, then I can do that for you.” Or as she called it before, hersex coach.

“That’s against?—”

I can tell she’s about to argue by bringing up the employee relations policy.

“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” I quickly tell her, holding upmy palms in a mock surrender. “You’ll be the one touchin’ yourself. I’ll just be guidin’ you until you get there.”

“That might make things weird, don’t ya think?”

I lift a shoulder, hoping she’ll take me up on this. “It doesn’t have to. We’re adults and can separate business from pleasure, can’t we? No touchin’ or kissin’.”

“I dunno…maybe.”

Taking a step toward her, I bring my hand to her cheek and brush my thumb over her soft skin. “Do you trust me?”

She groans as if she hates to admit it. “Oddly, yes.”

My heart pounds faster at her admission. “Okay, then turn ’round and put one hand on the counter.”

It’s going to take every ounce of willpower not to come in my shorts, but if it means making Posey feel better about herself, then I’ll suffer through it.

“Slide your other hand into your panties and find your clit for me.”