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The words, along with how she looked, almost caused me to do exactly that. It would have been easy to become less of a
gentleman. To take her. Strip her clothes off, and feel her wrap her legs around my body as I gave her the best night of her life. I winced in agitation. There was no way I could do that with someone who was obviously drunk and barely able to make coherent decisions. Especially not a virgin.
“I’m going to go eat my dinner and go to bed. Make sure to lock up when I leave.” I left without waiting for her to say anything else.
In my apartment, I ate my food mechanically. It might as well have been tasteless. All I could think of was what her lip had tasted like. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants. It looked like I was going to have another long night.
THIRTEEN
CELINA
My eyelids were heavy as I forced them open. I felt around me, making sure I was in bed. My head was throbbing so painfully, I could barely move it. I’d had more to drink the night before than I’d anticipated. A few drinks to relax had turned into three or four empty wine bottles. Now, lying in bed, I remembered everything with a sober mind. Everything. I put my hands on my face and moaned from pure mortification.
Felicity had come over at my request. After dinner at Miles’s place, things had felt like they’d shifted. I’d seen it in his eyes. In my entire life, I’d never had a man look at me with such primal hunger. I could almost read his thoughts, and if I was correct, those thoughts were pretty steamy. So, I’d called Felicity to my house because I wanted her assistance. I wasn’t sure how much longer I had before things went another step further.
“Okay, so…” Felicity said, “…you’re a virgin. Whatever. Everyone was at one point or another, right?” she said, taking a drink of wine. “How do you like to get off?”
“Get off?” I asked.
Felicity frowned and furrowed her brow. “Yeah. Get off. You know, blow your load? Climax? Orgasm?”
I’d gone red and nodded. “Oh! Right, sure. Um…” I chewed my lip and glanced toward my bedroom. “I have a dildo. And a couple other toys, but…uh, the dildo is what I like best.”
“Well, there you go,” Felicity said. “At least you know what it’s like to have something inside you. Is that all you do to masturbate?”
I struggled to meet her eyes. “Yeah. Um…when you say come…I know what that means, but I’m not sure if—” I managed to pull my eyes up to hers. “Well, I’m not a hundred percent sure I’ve actually ever?—“
“Sweet baby Jesus, are you kidding me? You’ve never actually had an orgasm?” Felicity had looked beyond shocked. She looked confused, too, and I thought I needed to explain.
“Well, I do it. Like, I put it inside me and…er…ride it? I guess, that’s what you call it. It feels really good.” I rolled my eyes and smiled shyly. “Like, really really good. Except, there’s never a final, I don’t know, explosion? I think I’ve been super close, but no orgasm.”
“Oh my God, you poor thing. This man is gonna break you. In a good way, though,” she had added quickly. “Toys are great, but nothing can compare to feeling a dude thrusting away inside you. That look on their face when they get close? Oh, girl.” She sighed, a nostalgic smile on her face. “And the thought that it’s you and your body that’s having that effect on him? Shew, it’s almost enough to get me excited just thinking about it.”
She had told me about all the ways a man could touch a woman, and how I could touch and stimulate myself. I drank glass after glass of wine to lower my inhibitions and make the conversation less awkward and embarrassing. I was a little ashamed of my lack of knowledge. I wrote pretty raunchy novels, but I had no experience. It was the same as a guy writing a book about medieval warfare. He had no experience, but he still wrote
about it. This was a little weirder, though. At least I wrote stuff that most people had experienced in life.
By the end of the evening, I’d been pretty sloshed, but I had a lot more ammunition to use when and if I ever found myself naked with Miles. Which was looking more and more likely as each day went by. And then Felicity left, and Miles stopped by. Oh lord. The things I’d said. Had I really told him Felicity had been teaching me how to seduce
him
?
I rolled over, buried my face in the pillow, and screamed. Ugh, how could I be so lame? But the way he’d reacted? That hadn’t been lame at all. I could almost still feel the hardness between his legs pressing into me. I even recalled how, buoyed by the alcohol, I thrust my hips against his. That was something I wouldn’t have believed I was capable of a few days ago—with or without alcohol. Before he’d left, he’d slid his tongue across my lip, and I’d almost had my first ever orgasm right then—full melt down into a writhing, spasming puddle on the floor. It was probably the closest I’d ever gotten in my life to orgasming. Sighing, I rolled out of bed to get my day started.
My brain urged me to write what I had in my mental outline, but as I sat in my living room, all that seemed to appear on my page was line after line of smut. Cocks, boobs, doggy style, missionary, tongues, and deep-throating. It seemed to be all I could think about. At one point, I had to erase an entire page because, for some reason, I’d decided to write a steamy sex scene between my main characters when they were supposed to be three states apart at the time. I guess I could have made it a fantasy scene, but it was…unusually dirty, even for one of these books.
I grunted in frustration and slammed my laptop closed. A glance at my watch told me I’d been sitting there writing sex scenes for over two hours. My panties were wet, and I had no idea how to get any further in my story.
“What the hell am I going to do?” I whispered.
Almost as though the universe heard my question and wanted to answer it with the most terrible thing it could think of, a knock came at my door, making me jump. I spun and looked at it with wide eyes and a rapidly increasing heart rate. After the second knock, I had to force myself to walk to the door. A quick glance through the peephole showed me my worst fears were confirmed. Miles was standing there. I clapped a hand to my mouth to stifle the squeal of panic threatening to explode out of my mouth.
Maybe he’d think I was out. Then I remembered the newspaper out front. I’d gotten a one-month subscription, so I could stay up-to-date on the world. I had yet to get it. It was still sitting right there, by his feet, a sure sign I hadn’t left my apartment all day. Shit.
Reluctantly, I composed myself and unlocked the door, opening it before he could knock a third time. I smiled at him, hoping I didn’t look like the same woman who’d admitted she was being coached on how to get into his pants.
“Hey, Miles,” I said, trying not to sound breathless.
He smirked at me, and my knees went weak. “Get dressed. You’re spending the day with me.”
I blinked several times. “I’m sorry? Can…can you repeat that?”
“I said you’re coming with me for the day. Be ready in thirty minutes. Bring a warm jacket.”
Without another word, he went back into his apartment. I stared after him, my mouth hanging open. Maybe I could pretend he never came over and asked me out. But the idea of spending more time with him made my heart hammer in my chest. Making a final decision, I slammed my door and ran for my room. I yanked off my lounge clothes and got dressed. I had no idea what we would be doing, but he’d said to bring a coat, so
I dressed warmly and slipped my feet into a pair of comfy tennis shoes. To my horror, I realized I hadn’t showered yet. But there was no time for that because he knocked on my door again.