She fell into stride next to me, and we walked down the hallway together. “No. I just—these last couple of weeks haven’t gone the way I thought they would.”
I knew she meant in terms of her career, but surelysomethinghad gone right. “You’ve certainly gotten an education while here,” I pointed out. And hopefully she’d learn a hell of a lot more, too, before we parted ways.
“That… that’s also something I’ve been thinking about.”
Shit, was she going to back out? Not that she didn’t have the right to. But there were so many more things I wanted to teach her. I wanted to show her all the ways her nimble little body could give and receive pleasure.
“Let’s go in here,” Zoe said, and I realized we were at the entrance to that weird atrium that Landon liked. I held open the door and followed her inside.
“What’s up?” I asked when the door closed behind us.
“I’m running out of time here.” She glanced around, as if making sure no one was lurking in the plants. “My internship isn’t going well, that’s for damn sure. But then there are also the lessons.”
The pink blush on her cheeks made my cock twitch. “Trust me when I say you’re going to get a good report on those.”
She smiled faintly. “Since that’s the only part of the winter break that’s going well, I want to… well, I’d like to learn as much as I can before I leave.” She stared down, as if she couldn’t look into my eye. “So I was wondering if you could give me an extra session. Like, to help me catch up.”
“With just me?” I asked, wanting to be sure I understood.
“Yes. Like a session for extra credit.”
I grinned because I was definitely game for that. Then again, it didn’t feel right cutting Landon and Ash out of the session, and I told her so. Fuck, what the hell was the deal with me trying to be a gentleman yesterday and today?
“I want lessons from them, too. But everyone’s busy, and it’s hard to find time and privacy where we can all be together.” She took a deep breath. “And I keep thinking about what you did yesterday.”
Shit. When people referenced something I did with my clothes on, it wasn’t usually something they approved of. “I just wanted that motherfucker to experience a little of what you have.”
“I know. I—I was impressed that you used your mind, not your fists.”
“I figured that me punching a guest out right in front of you wouldn’t help you get a better internship report.”
“Thankyou for sticking up for me,” she said. “I agree that I shouldn’t have to put up with men like that, but unfortunately, they’re everywhere. But men like you are less common.” The look she gave me, the change in her expression, startled me.
“Yep, I’m one in a million,” I said, and then winked at her. “Well, two in a million.”
She took a deep breath. “You gave me a one-on-one skiing lesson. So what’s the harm in another private lesson?”
When she put it that way, it was hard to resist. No, impossible to resist. “What’s the subject of the lesson?”
She took a deep breath, and I could see her gathering her courage. “Oral.”
My eyebrows shot up at her directness. “Giving or receiving?” I managed to ask as all the blood in my body zeroed in on my cock.
“Giving. I mean, me giving.” Her cheeks flushed. “I want you to teach me how to do it. I mean, if that’s what you want, too.”
For a second, I just stared at her while my brain tried to process what she’d just said. “So a drop-dead gorgeous woman tells me she wants to learn how to go down on me,” I said slowly, “and she’s wondering how I’ll answer?”
She laughed, but I could see she was still nervous. Still not entirely sure of herself in this arena, even though she’d been killing it in all the lessons so far.
“If you’re sure, then we’vegot a deal,” I said. “But first, I want to show you what it feels like when a man goes down on you.”
She blushed deeper. “I, um, I’ve experienced it.”
I was confused. “You have? With who?” Ash and I hadn’t done that with her yet. We’d touched her, made her come with her own fingers, but we hadn’t?—
She was shy now, not quite meeting my eyes. “By someone who looks a lot like you.”
It took me a second, but then it hit me like a freight train. Landon. My brother had gone down on her, the same brother who’d been refusing to participate in any of the lessons, who’d said it wasn’t right, who’d been sitting in that armchair every night watching but never touching. He’d actually done that with her?
