Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
This time, she moaned into Asher’s mouth.
I cupped her breasts through her shirt and bra, squeezing gently. Finding her nipples, I teased them through the fabric, rolling them between my fingers the way I had in the gym. Her back arched, pressing into my touch.
My cock was hard as steel, straining against my jeans. I couldn’t help it—I stroked myself once, twice, through the denim. Just to take the edge off.
Then it was my turn for another kiss. Zoe kept her eyes closed and seemed content to practice her kissing technique for as long as necessary. What a good fucking student.
This time Asher explored her body while she clung to me. His hands were everywhere—her sides, her thighs, her stomach. I felt her tremble when his fingers explored the waistband of her skirt.
Then she moaned, her legs parting slightly, and I knew his hand had slid lower. Not under her panties, as far as I could tell, but close enough.
I kissed along her jawline and throat as her moans filled the room. Her fingers clawed at my back, desperate. Her body started to tremble in earnest—that telltale shake that meant she was close.
So fucking close.
Asher still had his hand down the front of her skirt, working her over. He watched her face, waiting for the moment. His eyes were dark with lust, his own breathing rough.
But then I met his gaze and shook my head.
Not yet.
What the fuck? his expression said.
I could have pushed her closer to the edge. Could have made her frantic and desperate to come, working her into a hormonal frenzy until she didn’t know which way was up. It would have been easy.
But I had a responsibility here. To do this right. To introduce her to these pleasures the way she deserved. By letting the anticipation build and making sure every step was something she’d remember.
Within reason, anyway.
Asher grumpily withdrew his fingers, and Zoe groaned—a sound of pure frustration. She leaned forward almost unconsciously, as if chasing the sensation.
But then finally, with a sigh, she opened her eyes, blinking rapidly as if the world had changed since she’d last seen it.
And maybe it had.
“You did well for lesson one.” I kissed her forehead and smoothed her hair away from her face.
“We’re done?” Her voice was breathy and sexy as fuck. How the hell had a woman who looked like her made it almost all the way through college without getting laid?
“For now,” I finally said. “But tomorrow night is lesson two, and I promise you’re going to like it.”
She gave me a smile, her lips swollen and pink. “I think I will, too.”
Asher cupped her cheek, as if reminding her he was there. “Did you know there’s a school uniform?” he whispered in her ear, so softly I barely heard.
“There is?” she asked.
“Yes. Tomorrow, wear that black pencil skirt that fits your hips like a glove. Your highest heels, one of your fancy button-down shirts...” He paused. “And no panties.”
Her pupils widened as her breath caught. “But... but it’s cold out.”
I chuckled. “And you think a scrap of fabric would keep you warm? It’s won’t. But we will, tomorrow night.”
Asher fisted her hair, squeezing lightly as he made her turn her head to look at him. “I’ll be in the kitchen all day tomorrow, but sometime before the staff dinner, you’re going to find Kai... and show him that you followed the dress code.”
“Show him?” Zoe asked with a gulp.
“Yes.”
Fuck, I couldn’t wait for that. And I’d forgotten that Asher had a reasonably dirty mind. This was going to be fun.
“See you tomorrow,” I said softly, already anticipating our next encounter.
Zoe slid to the edge of the couch, and we both helped her up. She still seemed dazed and deliciously pliant, her cheeks flushed pink, her breathing unsteady. She swayed slightly on her feet, and I steadied her with a hand on her elbow.
She was trembling. Just a little. And her lips were red and swollen from our kisses.
I definitely looked my fill, noting all her beautiful curves and every flush on her skin.
But then she steadied herself, heading toward the hallway. She paused as she passed Landon. His gaze was still on the fire, where it had been for the past half hour.
I could tell she wanted to say something to him. Her mouth opened, then closed again. Finally, she continued to her room.
The door clicked shut behind her.
Asher turned to me immediately. “She was about to explode on my hand. Why didn’t you let her come?”
“Always leave them wanting more,” I told him.
I sure as hell wanted more. I was hard as fuck, but the thing that kept me from racing to my room to jerk off was the sight of my twin, still staring straight ahead. As if he was alone in the room.