His large hand cups around the back of his neck, rolling his head from side to side. “Look.” He pauses, licking his lips. “It’s not that you’re doing something wrong.” He takes one step closer. “But I can’t feel the connection between them when I am reading. It’s very stiff.” He clears his throat. “And it’s the same thing, the bed, missionary.”
My cheeks burn.
“There is so much more they could be doing.” His brows lift. “Surely you know that, right?”
Welp.
“Lucky.” His voice comes out more like a breath.
“I mean…” Oh my God, this is so embarrassing.
“Fuck,” he mutters, dropping his hand by his side.
“It’s been a while, and well, I am only writing about what I know.”
He steps closer. I step back.
“There is no build up, no foreplay… oral…”
Another step closer, another back towards the wall. I shrug awkwardly.
“Athena,” he whispers and I see pity flash through his eyes before a burning desire takes over.
“I just need you to explain some different positions… maybe from experience.” I shrink back as he stands in front of me, his fingers gripping my chin and tilting my face up to his.
“It would be my honour.”
“But no breaking the contract,” I whisper.
“No breaking the contract.”
Chapter Eighteen
Royce
Fuck.
Chapter Nineteen
Royce
“There is so much morethey could be doing.” I lift my brows, and I am starting to think she doesn’t have a clue. “Surely you know that, right?”
Just by the look on her face, she confirms my thoughts.Fuck. Fuck!
“Lucky,” I breathe, still waiting for confirmation.
“I mean…” She stutters over her words, cheeks burning red.
“Fuck,” I mutter out loud, letting my hand drop from the base of my neck to my side. I can’t believe it.
“It’s been a while, and well, I am only writing about what I know.”
Baby.
I edge closer to her, watching her with beady eyes but as I step to her, she moves back.
“There is no build up, no foreplay… oral…” I mutter, taking another step closer, and she takes another back towards the wall.
