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“Everything you tell me to.”

He stops smiling and stares hard, cupping my face with his hands. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

I nod and he stands back up, taking me by the hand and pulling me with him. He reaches under my dress and pulls my pink panties down, throwing them over his shoulder as he twirls me around and pushes me up against the wall again. “Open your legs.”

I open them a few inches.

“Wider, Tiffy.”

I spread out, and the air rushes in, teasing my clit and making me throb again.

He takes off his shirt and I stare at those perfect abs in the gray dusk of early evening light while he throws that aside too. Then he kicks off his boots, drops his pants, and flings them away.

He stands there naked before me. His perfect, god-like body is all hills and valleys of taut muscle.

“Now you.”

I swallow hard and reach to the back of my dress. “The zipper.” It comes out as a hoarse whisper. But before I can explain that I need help, he reaches for my flirty skirt and drags it up my body, whipping it over my head.

“Fuck the zipper,” he says, reaching for the front clasp on my lacy pink bra. “Who’s got time for a zipper?”

Chapter Thirteen

She automatically crosses her arms, preventing me from taking off her bra. “Shy much?” I tease.

“A little.”

“You weren’t shy this morning.”

“I didn’t take my clothes off this morning.”

“Hmmm,” I say. “We’ll have to work on that then. Men like a little blushing, but they like confidence too. So how about we start with lesson number one.” I lean into her ear, thread my hands in her hair, and say, “You can practice with me.”

Her shoulder comes up to stop the tickle of breath against her skin. “If we’re going to have a professional relationship, then we shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.”

I can see her point. I can also see that it’s a copout. But whatever. She wants to rationalize this, and I’m OK with that. Because I’m horny. I want her. And she’s beautiful. “OK. But you’ve got to practice on someone. I can get one of the guys to come help you out. Mitch is a good decoy.”

She pulls back a little. “What do you mean? Decoy?”

“To practice, Tiffy. There’s so much more to this than licking your lips. You need real bedroom experience.”

“I have bedroom experience, Fletcher. I’m not some stupid college virgin.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. But Cole isn’t interested, right? I think we can both agree on that. So obviously you’re not his type. We need to make you his type. What kind of girls does he date?”

She scowls at me, still with those arms covering her perfect breasts. “I don’t know.”

“You’ve known him a while, surely you’ve seen him with women. Right?”

“He likes blondes, I guess.” She says it with an air of disappointment.

“I like brunettes myself. What else does he like?”

“They are tall. Taller than me.” Another frown.

“Hey,” I say, tipping her chin up. “Don’t do that. Don’t feel bad about who you are. My matchmaking works for two reasons. One, the women are confident. And two, the men understand that not everyone is blonde, Tiffy. Not everyone is tall. Not everyone who makes a match with me is even pretty. But all of them feel sexy on the inside. And that’s all it takes. So forget about looks. Tell me what he likes about them.”

She bites her lip and then sighs. “I think he likes their looks, Fletcher. And maybe status. I mean, one was a pro golfer. I know that. But another one sold him a yacht.”