“What do you want to ask me?”
I finish eating a chip and look up at him. “Do you remember that video you posted a while ago on your Instagram? The one where you wrote in the caption that your favorite necklace to give a girl is a hand necklace?”
His eyebrow lifts. “Yeah, I do remember that. Why?”
“Because…well…I wanna try that. In bed. With you.”
His eyes widen. He shocked.
I chuckle. “You seemed surprised.”
“That’s kind of rough. I didn’t know you were into that.”
“I wasn’t.” I bite my lip. “Until I saw that video with you.”
Heat flashes in his eyes, and his smile turns wicked. “Oh, yeah?”
I bite my lip and nod. His gaze lingers on my neck.
“I feel safe trying something a little rough with you, Blake.”
Something flickers in his eyes. Something intense and heated.
“Watching That Shirtless Guy for all these months…even when I didn’t know it was you…it’s really helped me feel comfortable exploring what turns me on.” I swallow as I work up the nerve to tell him this next part. “Especially after what happened with my ex. Nothing turned me on. But then I found your account, and something woke up inside me. It’s helped me so much.”
His brow lifts, and emotion flashes in his eyes. “Really?”
I nod. “You helped me get comfortable with sex, with figuring out what I like, even before you became my teacher in the bedroom.”
He flashes the most beautiful smile. Then he leans down and kisses the hinge of my jaw. I shiver.
“You’re sure you want to do this?” he asks.
“Positive.”
“Then let’s do it,” he growls.
* * *
I’m lying on Blake’s bed, watching him undress.
“I feel like I’m getting a live show ofMagic Mike.”
He bursts out laughing as he pulls his shirt over his head. He tosses it off to the side. “Should I put on some slow jams and dance around while I strip for you?”
When he sways his hips, I start giggling uncontrollably.
“Oh, come on. You can’t laugh. Not when I’m being off-the-charts sexy,” he jokes.
He pulls off his belt and swigs it over his head. The buckle smacks against an empty plastic cup on his desk, and it goes flying. I burst out laughing.
“Crap,” he says before dropping the belt on the floor.
He unzips his jeans and does a body roll as he slides them off, but his foot gets stuck in a pant leg, and he loses his balance, almost falling over. I grab my stomach, I’m laughing so hard.
“Stop, my stomach,” I say between breaths. “I can’t take it.”
He falls onto the bed wearing just his boxer briefs, grinning. “Ouch. I was giving you my best stuff. The sexiest striptease ever.”
