His hand wraps around my waist, bringing heat with it that flares across my skin. All sound except my chugging heart falls away. It’s just us. In that moment, only he and I exist—at least in my mind.
Is this still role-play? Since it seems I’ve successfully picked him up, should I end this and break away?
I don’t. Because I don’t want this moment to end.
Would it be so wrong to stay here a little longer and hope he’s feeling the pull I am?
Yes, horrible. You needed a come-on coach to learn how to not get emotionally attached. And what are you doing on your very first outing as a student?
I quiet my chastising inner voice. As far as I’m concerned, there’s no other man in the world right now except Jonathan Knight. What ishefeeling? I’m guessing he agreed to this deal, at least in part, because he’s happy getting easy sex. For him, spending a few instructional hours with me is a no-brainer since it comes with a night of pleasure. Wait, does that mean when he takes me to bed it will merely be a pity fuck?
That makes me cringe, but why should I care if it is? Sex with him is about me letting go of my emotions and focusing on the physical. All we share is an exchange of information for orgasms, right? Or are these feelings real, and is there something deeper going on?
Chapter Six
Jonathan
If you shift your head and lean closer, your mouth will be on hers.
I try to block out that voice in my head. It’s right…but oh so wrong. I’m supposed to be teaching her…but I’d rather just seduce her. Pleasure her. Corrupt her.
At the thought, my heart races. I start to sweat. There’s some reason I’m not supposed to want her, but when I look at her, I barely remember why. I can’t think of anything but Kiera. Merely seeing her in that dress has my dick stirring. But having her panting so near me, her soft scent enveloping me, has me uncomfortably hard. What I wouldn’t give to tell her that every inch is for her.
My fingers tighten around the curve of her slender waist as if it was formed for me to hold. Even that tease of a touch is like fire, and all I want to do is dive into her flames.
The longer I stare, the more she flushes rosy. Because she’s attracted to me? And aroused? My guess is yes. It’s wreaking havoc on my self-control.
What is it about her that has me so off-kilter?
My common sense screams at me to pull back. Push her away. Tell her she’s doing a great job and play this weakness off as a teachable moment that’s part of the learning process. Something.
Instead, I stare, unmoving.
As I drove to pick Kiera up, I was confident I could charm her like any other woman. I intended to have her eating out of my hand and be in complete control. Instead, I find myself at her mercy.
You can’t lose it. Not here. Not now. Not with her.
I’m teaching her how to sleep around. That’s it. There’s nothing between us. I’m not even her boss right now. I’m just the guy who can give her the education she wants. Other than a paycheck, I don’t matter to her at all.
Finally, I lean away. “You did great.”
She blinks, her hazy stare focusing on me. “Oh. I did?”
“If I were a stranger who’d just met you, I’d ask to take you home.”
“Really? I was so nervous at first.”
“I didn’t notice.”
She smiles. “I must be getting the hang of this, then.”
More than you know.
I clear my throat. “Can I get you another drink?”
“I’m okay. So what’s the next step?”
The smart thing would be to leave here, drop her off at her door, and say a platonic goodnight. Yes, we’re supposed to have sex eventually, but my head isn’t screwed on straight at the moment. Even if my dick protests my logic, it would be smarter to wait.