“No,” he said, charming grin sliding back into place. “My first time having sex.”
He had to be joking.
But he wasn’t. I could tell from his expression that he was absolutely serious and my reaction would matter. He was smiling, but looked uncertain again, like I might decide to leave.
“I’m honored you’d want to share that with me,” I said carefully, holding his gaze.
Holy shit. This guy wants me to pop his cherry? How can he possibly be a virgin?
Instead of blurting something stupid like that, I said, “I know you already agreed to all the basic rules about condoms and things that are off-limits. But is there anything you want me to know? Any particular fantasies you have?”
“Plenty.” The heat in his gaze chased away some of my nervous tension. “But for now I’m mostly just hoping you can show me what all the fuss is about with this whole sex thing…”
No fucking pressure.
It was entirely possible I was more nervous than him. I needed to make a move before I embarrassed myself.
“Do you want to talk a little more, enjoy your beer…or?”
He blurted, “If we don’t do it soon, I’m gonna lose my nerve.”
I laughed without meaning to. I’d never had this kind of interaction with a client and it was disarmingly charming. “You know we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, right?”
He narrowed his eyes, but he was still smiling. “Don’t do that—don’t give me the out. You know how long I’ve been sitting in this room, talking myself into it? You bail on me now and it’s never going to happen. I’ll die a virgin and it’ll be completely your fault.”
I slid off the chair and closed the distance between us, climbing up to straddle his lap. “I’ll show you what the fuss is about.”
He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing a hand in soothing circles against my lower back as I ground against his erection through his jeans. That giddy feeling crept into my chest, like I was back in high school doing something deliciously naughty.
He looked down at where our bodies were pressed together and back up to meet my eyes. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”
“I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t.” It wasn’t a lie.
Like I’d snapped a tether with my words, he claimed my mouth, slanting his lips over mine. It wasn’t a practiced kiss or a particularly suave kiss. It was a hungry kiss, a little too hard and eager, but in the best way.
He broke away to peel my dress off, eyes devouring every inch of my skin he revealed as he pulled it off. I stood in my bra and panties, wanting him to see me, finally taking them off myself when he didn’t make a move to do it.
Zane groaned and reached for my breasts, kneading them gently before dropping his hands like he was doing something he shouldn’t be. Before I could encourage him to touch them, he kissed me again, almost frantic with intensity.
He cupped my ass and lifted me, not breaking the kiss as he carried me over to the bed. My back met the soft, cool sheets, but still he devoured my mouth.
I didn’t kiss all of my clients and the ones I did usually only did it in the earliest seconds of our session, eager to move on to other things.
Zane kissed me like it was the main event.
He eventually worked his way down my body, pressing eager kisses to my chest and nipples, down my stomach, until he was kneeling between my spread legs.
“What are you doing?” I asked, even though it was pretty self-evident what he was doing.
“Making sure you get off first?” he said. “Not sure how long I’m going to last and I can’t leave the lady unsatisfied, now can I?”
I felt awkward and couldn’t explain why. “You really don’t have to do that. This is about what you want.”
“Trust me, this is what I want.”
Oh fuck, the way he looked at me, parting my folds and leaning down to kiss the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
Just as he was about to give me what I wanted, he froze and I thought there was something wrong, like he’d changed his mind about going down on me and I wasn’t sure what to say.
