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)
We held hands until he needed both for a sharp turn. Then he spoke without looking at me. “Classes don’t start for another two days.”
“Thank god,” I said. “I’m not ready.” Then I looked over at his profile—his deceptively innocent profile. “Why did you mention that?”
He shrugged, nonchalant. “No reason. I just figured that a go-getter like you might like to have an extra lesson or two before the semester gets into high gear.”
“A lesson?” Excitement and nerves collided in my stomach, as always. “Just you and me?”
He shot me an arrogant look. “What, now that you’ve had two cocks at once, you can’t go back to just one?”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing, and instead, answered him in as serious a voice as I could muster. “I guess I could, if that cock was big enough.” I slid my hand across his jeans and palmed him.
He smirked and let me stroke him through his pants for a few seconds before reluctantly pushing my hand away. “Try that sometime when I’m not driving and see what happens.”
Ooh… I liked the sound of that. “Um… what’s the next lesson?”
“Kai wanted to give you a lesson on kink before we left, but we didn’t exactly have much equipment with us. He wanted to use bungee cords to tie you up and kitchen utensils to spank you, but I wouldn’t let him.”
“Why not?” I asked a bit breathlessly.
“Because they’re my kitchen utensils, and I’m a professional.”
“A professional who makes shirtless cooking videos?” I interrupted, trying not to laugh.
“Keep that up, and I might decide you need that lesson on kink tonight. And if I give you a spanking, I don’t need anything besides this.” He held up his hand, flexing his long fingers. That thought made my ass grind against the seat.
“To answer your question, I’ve checked the syllabus, and there are a couple of different directions we could go in for the next lesson.”
I twisted in my seat, smiling at him. “Like multiple choice?”
“Sure. And trust me when I say there are no wrong answers. Only very, very good answers.”
“What are my choices?” I was practically bouncing in my seat as I waited to find out.
He thought for a moment. “There’s an exit up ahead that leads to a scenic overlook. We could park there, and you could experience the wonders of sex in a car. Or we get back to my place, and I’ll teach you everything you need to know about shower sex. We can get clean and be dirty at the same time.”
Both those choices sounded amazing, and shivers danced along my skin. “Wait, don’t multiple-choice questions always have at least three options?”
He grinned. “Such a diligent student. Option three is… hmm. Okay, I’ll introduce you to the pleasure of incorporating food into the act.”
“Ooh, like whipped cream?” The idea of licking sweet cream off his body made me squirm.
He gave an exaggerated sigh. “I’m a kickass chef who’s going to turn the culinary world upside down, so you can bet your sweet ass that I can come up with something more original than that.”
“But whipped cream is good,” I teased.
“So is sex with me,” he said with a smirk. “So what’s your choice for the lesson?”
I thought quickly, which was hard to do because of the throbbing between my legs. “I’m kind of an overachiever,” I began.
“I’ve noticed,” he said dryly. “But which one do you—” he stopped abruptly, then looked over at me in surprise. “All three?”
My face flushed as I smiled. “What can I say? I’ve always been a teacher’s pet.”
Asher chuckled. “That’s a more advanced lesson.” He reached out, found my hand, and squeezed. “All three it is.”
I smiled as we drove back toward town. Three was rapidly becoming my favorite number.