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What if I could teach her that sex can make her feel good?

It’s not like it’s a hardship to fuck her. Not in the fucking least.

I lace open-mouthed kisses down the curve of her neck and the slope of her shoulder. I work my way to her breast, taking the nipple in my mouth and sucking on it. Teasing it with my tongue.

“Riggs. What are—”

“Shh.” A kiss to beneath her breast. “I’m a determined man.” One pressed to her navel. “If at first I don’t succeed.” To where her strip of tight curls begins. “Try.” I spread her thighs apart with my hands. “Try.” I take her in. Inhale her scent. And am immediately hard again. “And try again.”

I look up to meet her eyes when I lower my mouth and slide my tongue down the slit of her pussy.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Camilla

“Let me walk you to your flat.”

“You’re being ridiculous. It’s just right”—I point the short distance down the hall—“there.”

“You never know what might be lurking on the way.” He grins and it makes me feel all sorts of different things. Things I don’t even want to question. Things I just want to enjoy.

“True. Very true.”

He’s standing in his doorway with one hand on the doorjamb. He’s wearing a pair of gym shorts and pretty much nothing else other than a rumpled head of hair, no doubt from where my hands gripped it tightly.

Yes, Camilla. This really did happen. Every single second of it.

It’s like I started feeling and now I can’t stop.

The air is colder against my skin. My pants hit just the right way when I shift, and it’s a blatant reminder of what just happened. My lips still tingle from his kisses—both sets of them.

Our eyes meet. Hold. And that slow crawl of a smile turns up one corner of his lips.

Jesus. My nipples tighten from the visual alone.

“You do know that this was supposed to be good, lighthearted, grip-the-sheets, laugh-somewhere-in-the-middle-because-we-bonked-heads sex, right? You weren’t supposed to . . . take on the burden of—”

“First, I did see some sheet gripping, so uh, if you’re trying to hurt my ego again so you can have more sex, I’m not falling for it. All you have to do is ask.” He winks. “And second, you, this, tonight was not a burden. In fact, I’m pretty sure I just found my newest outside-of-work hobby. A mission, if you will.”

“Riggs . . . a mission? What?”

“Yep. How many orgasms can I give Camilla?”

I bury my head in my hands and laugh, all while riding the high from the first one and trying to imagine having more than one during the night.

“In fact, those little hearts you’re supposed to color on the calendar because you’re excited to see me have now been officially changed to represent orgasms. The question is, how many hearts can you fit on one of those tiny squares?” He grins, clearly proud of himself for this idea. “I guess we’ll find out.”

I laugh. The sound bubbles up inside me and there’s no way I can stop it. It just feels so damn good. So damn freeing. My cheeks hurt from smiling. “I mean, the last thing I want to do is prevent you from completing your mission.”

He steps into me and without preamble, frames my face and kisses me. My body has been awakened to so many sensations in the past few hours, so many ways to feel that I didn’t know existed, and yet his lips meeting mine, his tongue touching mine, only serves to awaken even more.

“I’m a competitive fucker, Gasket. I don’t like to lose.” He pats me on the ass as I take a step back. I smile.

“Good thing I’m a team player.”

His chuckle follows me as I saunter down the hallway to my flat.