“Would I really blackmail the man who I want to give me orgasms? That would be bad for business.”
I smirk, blowing out a breath. “Business?” I ask, approaching her. “That’s what this is?”
“I need instruction on dating and sex in this decade, and you need…someone who has a good reputation,” Magnolia returns, backing away, her bare feet soft on the tile floor. My cock does that thing when it lets me know I’m not in control anymore, standing up so proudly that readjusting would be a waste of time.
“Well, well, you are far shrewder than I thought you were capable of,” I counter.
“Just because I haven’t been with a man since my ex doesn’t mean I suck at business transactions. I’m not a kid,” she says, reminding me of the average age of the women I’ve been with up until now.
“How do I know you have a bad reputation?” I ask, lowering my lashes when I’m standing in front of her and can scent her in my oxygen.
Magnolia leans up on her toes and juts her chin up. I kiss her on the mouth, a wet, slow, lavish gesture. “Face it, all you really need is one woman who sticks around. A woman you’re seen with. A woman who isn’t different every night of the week. A woman who has good standing in the community and who will be faithful.”
I realize what this means, and it’s still a little shocking. I have to be faithful. One woman. Just one.
“I give you lessons on dating, and you give me consistency.”
She tilts her head back and forth. “Something like that.”
“You’re that desperate? Don’t get me wrong, I’m probably the best teacher you can find in this town, but you’re also taking onmybad reputation.”
Magnolia narrows her eyes. “Not if I fix you.”
I narrow my eyes in return. “Ah, I see.” All at once I’m not sure Magnolia Sager can’t fix me. The bad, dark feelings cloud my mind, and I know I have to do something to remedy that. Do what I always do.
Clearing my throat, I pull her close and slide her tank over her head and toss it on the ground. I do the same with her bra. The sunset is glowing on the horizon, filling my glass box with orange light, highlighting her beautiful body. I press a kiss on the center of her chest and then another on her lips. She’s hesitant to release me, and that knowledge gives me power. Pulling away, I pin her with a crooked grin as I hit my knees.
Those black lace panties come down with her skirt, and she inhales sharply when her body is fully exposed. I gasp sharply when I see her bare, for me, standing in front of me with more confidence than I expected. I’m not sure what I thought she’d look like naked. I’m usually a pretty good judge by looking at a fully clothed body. Her hips are narrow, and her stomach is flat. Her breasts are shapely and symmetrical, still full and more than plentiful. Her legs have the curves of a runner. I can’t see her assbecause her pussy is in my face, but my hands slide around, and the firmness feels like a fucking textbook round ass.
I swallow hard. “You are fucking perfect, Mags,” I say. In this dazed moment, I briefly forgot she doesn’t like to be called anything but Magnolia. I can’t form sentences, or I’d correct myself. Running my hands over her body while she breathes heavily is all I can manage at the moment. She hasn’t been touched like this in who knows how long. If I can manage, I need to take this slowly, letting her savor every sensation. Swallowing hard, I mentally ready myself for the challenge. Not that I’m usually a taker in the bedroom, but at the moment I’m feeling a bit over my head with regard to my self-control.
Glancing up to her face, I see her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted. She opens her mouth to say something, then closes it again. Standing, I grab her hip bones and back her up to the living room until she’s against the sofa and no longer a fall risk. Magnolia looks up at me, and the trust I see there churns my stomach—forces the truth in the intimacy at play. As a whole, if you ignore the intimate details of fucking, it can be just fucking. If you let emotion slip in, even just a little bit, it turns everything into something else entirely. That’s what I avoid. That’s why I don’t remember what Wildcat looks like naked. Why I don’t recall who I slept with last weekend. Why my heart is beating out of my chest right now at the realization that I’m letting it slip…for a woman I barely know because she deserves intimacy. Connection. Even if I’m the fucked-up sap who has to give it to her.
With her neck in both of my hands, I lean her head back to give myself a better angle to kiss her senseless, my thumbs controlling her chin. Her skin is smooth, her cheeks pink, and the scent of her arousal urges me on, regardless of my hesitance in giving in, breaking my own rules. The kiss is deep, and I’m controlling every nuance, and I think maybe if I can dominateher completely, I won’t end the night a fucked-up mess. Gliding my lips over to her ear, down her neck, I end with one nipple in my mouth and drag my lips over to capture the other one. Magnolia moans, her hands fisting the back of the couch.
Swallowing hard, I grit my teeth against the urge to flip her around, slide my dick home, and fuck her wild. Magnolia sighs, relishing the moment, and with tight control, I dip my head lower and kneel, pressing kisses on her flat stomach as I part her legs with one hand. Her thighs tighten as she spreads her legs opening me to her soft, wet playground. At first, I play with her gently, testing, rubbing, and gliding to find out what makes Magnolia tick. When I let my middle finger slip inside the warm tightness, she screams out, clutching my hair in her hands. “You like it when I’m inside you,” I say, licking my lips as her pussy clenches around my finger.
“Yes. Inside me,” she repeats back to me, voice harsh. Magnolia scoots back so she’s sitting on the back of the sofa and opens her legs farther, an invitation. Her gaze dips down just as I look up at her, and her face is this masterful mix of pure pleasure and blatant honesty. “Basically any which way you can touch me, I like,” she adds when she realizes she has my undivided attention.
“Noted,” I say, leaning in to kiss her clit, my gaze on hers, my finger working inside her. I want to see the second my lips close around her. Magnolia buckles under the pleasure, and I scoot in to place her legs over my shoulder so I can eat her more easily. Taking out my finger, I insert my tongue into her as far as I can and begin lapping at her with a furious pace. Her thighs clench my neck, and I’m surrounded by the scent of her impending orgasm. It’s slick folds and sexy moans, and my dick is straining against my jeans in the most unbearable way.
“I’m coming,” she announces moments later, her words a sigh of relief. She runs her hands through my hair and leans herhead back when the orgasm rocks her body. I feel the waves on my tongue strong and deep, and I’d give anything to feel that clenching on my shaft.
“You look good coming,” I announce when her legs have turned to jelly and her grip has loosened. Sucking at her clit now that it’s sensitive, I swirl my tongue on the nub. She moves her hips against me, obviously not done with my attentions. “How many more do you think I can give you?” I say, breaking my mouth from her pussy. When she whimpers, I slide a finger back in and watch her eyes roll back in her head as I rub her G-spot.
Magnolia heaves a long, beautiful sigh. “I’m afraid to answer that,” she responds, taking her legs off my shoulders to stand on her own, effectively cutting off access to my buffet. “It could go on and on. It’s been so long since I’ve felt…” she stutters. “Anything remotely close to that.” Her face goes solemn.
I take her in my arms, picking her up. “What’s the mean face for?” I ask, walking her into my bedroom.
“Mean?” she asks, pulling away to look at my face.
She looks away quickly. “‘Mean’ might not be the right word. I rocked your world, and you’re looking a little glum, that’s all.”
She sighs and buries her face in my neck. “I didn’t realize what I’ve been missing, that’s all. All of this time alone. Hell, all of the years I was married, it was never about me. Not like that. Like what you just did,” she says. “I feel so stupid.”
When we’re in my bedroom, I drop her onto my bed. She grabs the headboard, pretending to be overly interested in it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. All of this is making me crazy. This night is already shot to fucking hell, anyway. “He was a moron, you have nothing to feel stupid about.” Right? I don’t know the guy, but he must be some special sort of stupid to cheat on a woman like her.
Magnolia sighs long and exasperated. “It should have been a sign,” she says under her breath.
