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Doug tells Jessica what he wants from her...
“I don’t want to be with anyone else but you.”
“Oh.” How could she be his girlfriend when she didn’t have any experience with that sort of thing?
“It’s been a long time since I had a girlfriend.” He lowered his gaze to her mouth and puckered his lips.
He nipped her skin and pulled her hand away. “It didn’t work out for me, so I have to reevaluate my relationship skills. You can help me with that.” The corner of his mouth lifted, and he wagged his eyebrows. “You can tutor me.”
“In the art of love?” She dropped her face to his chest. “How would I grade you?”
“By how happy I make you.” He kissed the top of her head. “And how much I please you in bed.” He then kissed her forehead. “I’ll need many study sessions so I can learn all the different ways to make you come.”
“What about reading material? You might have to order the Kama Sutra or The Joys of Sex online,” she teased, circling her finger around the top button of his shirt.
“I’ll place a book order tomorrow, but for now, we’ll start with an oral presentation and take it from there.” He rose from the couch.
She curled her arms around his neck as he jostled her in his arms while he walked down the hall. “Where are we going?”
“To your classroom.” He carried her into her bedroom and set her on her bed.
He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, showing his wonderful physique. She knelt on the mattress and combed her fingers through the wiry hair on his chest, plucking his nipples along the way.
When he leaned down for a kiss, she held up a finger. “Turn around first.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said and obeyed her command.
Getting off the bed, she stood behind him, smoothing the tight muscles and strong ridges of Doug’s back with her hands. Reaching his right shoulder, she scraped her nails over his shield tattoo, enjoying his rumble of appreciation. She then lifted up on her toes and pressed her mouth there, flicking her tongue over his warm skin.
His rumble morphed into a growl, and he twisted around, claiming her mouth in a kiss. She dug her nails in his back, and he hissed, biting down on her bottom lip. She sighed, rubbing up against him to ride his knee that skated in between her legs. The friction there made her damp and achy, helping build her orgasm.
He slid the hem of her skirt up high around her waist and slid his hand beneath her panties to cup her mound. She jerked up high on her toes, breaking the kiss.