“Agreed. And no weirdness. That’s another one.”
I nod vehemently and slice a hand through the air. “I hate weirdness. We can’t have any weirdness at all.”
“Also, no lying.”
“Definitely on board with that.”
She counts off on her fingers. “Okay. So we’ve got no anal, no sleepovers, no weirdness, no lying. We do this for a week, and we return to being friends.”
“Anything else?”
She shoots me a look like I’m crazy. “Well, duh. There’s one more thing.”
“Hit me. What is it?”
She rolls her eyes. “Obviously, no falling in love,” she says with utter disdain for the concept.
I can’t help but scoff, too. “Of course. Like that would ever happen.”
“It would so never happen.”
“There’s no way. Absolutely no way.” We both nod once again, completely in agreement on this topic. Then she reaches for the bottom of her tank top like she’s about to strip.
I hold up a hand. “Whoa.”
“You’re not ready?”
“First, I was born ready. Second, I’m pretty much always ready to go at a moment’s notice,” I say, my eyes drifting to my crotch so she gets my meaning. “And I have been incredibly ready for the last forty-eight hours.” That makes her grin. “But let’s, you know, turn on some music and yada, yada, yada.”
She smacks her forehead. “Right. Mood. Let’s get in the mood.”
“Already in the mood. But call it that if you want.”
She stands and holds up a finger. “I’m just going to pee first,” she says, and she scurries down the hall. She heads in the direction of the bathroom attached to my bedroom rather than the one off the kitchen. I shrug. Whatever.
I click on my streaming music app, cue up some sexy, sultry numbers that remind me of the bar last night, take my wallet out of my pocket, and grab a condom from it. I toss the condom on the table, and it slips out of my fingers easily.
It’s then that I realize my palms are sweating.
Holy shit.
I’m nervous.
I’m fucking nervous, and that is not acceptable. I do not get nervous before sex. I am a rock star in the sheets. I am all confidence, all skill, and all focused on the woman. Charlotte is not getting anything less than my A game. Hell, she’s getting nothing less than an A-plus game. I take a deep breath, letting it fill my chest. I straighten my shoulders and remind myself that this is what I excel at. This is my master class. I’m going to give Charlotte the most mind-blowing pleasure she has ever experienced in her life.
I walk over to the light switch, dim the overhead slightly, and when I turn around, Charlotte is in the living room, leaning against the wall.
She wears one of my white button-down shirts and nothing else that I can see.
I freeze.
I can’t breathe. I can’t blink. I can’t do anything but stare at her gorgeous figure. Her blonde hair curling over the front of my shirt. Her hands restless against the buttons, as if she’s unsure what to do with them. Her strong legs, all bare and beautiful. The edges of the shirt covering her. I don’t know if she still has on her panties, but I’m going to have a field day finding out.
Every atom inside me buzzes. I need to touch every part of her beautiful body. Kiss every inch of her skin. Lick her, taste her, fuck her.
Please her.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” I ask as I walk over to her.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice feathery. “Is it working?”
I nod. “But that’s not how this works.”
Enough of her setting the rules. Enough of her making decisions. This is my fiefdom. I rake my eyes over her from head to toe and watch her reaction. She breathes hard, and her eyes shine with desire. “What do you mean?”
“You’re not seducing me.” I brush the backs of my fingers along her cheek, taking the reins as she trembles into my touch. “I’m going to seduce you.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
With great power comes great responsibility.
It’s not classified intel that I’m well-endowed. Charlotte’s already figured that out, and she hasn’t even taken off my clothes yet. But here’s the secret to success when you possess a much-larger-than-average-size cock. You can’t just wave it around like a big bat. You’ve got to treat it like a baseball manager does a closer. A cock with firepower is your secret weapon, and it’s worth its weight in gold if you know what to do with the rest of the lineup. Meaning, the dick should never be the star of the show.
The woman’s name should be the one in lights, and you need to make her feel that way from start to finish. Warm her up right. Use all your tools—hands, fingers, mouth, tongue, words.
Fortunately, I am well-versed in all of the above, and I intend to show Charlotte all my skills.
First, words…
“I have a confession to make,” I say.
“Yes?”
“I know you were trying to prove we can still be friends when we were watching TV. But I wasn’t feeling very friendly toward you.”
“You weren’t?” she asks, the tiniest bit of worry in her eyes.
I shake my head. “I wasn’t feeling the least bit friendly when I was wondering what your lips taste like tonight,” I whisper, and the worry in her gaze turns to a spark of excitement. Her chest rises and falls, as if every breath is rich with anticipation of what’s coming next.
I hold her face in my hands, slant my mouth to hers, and kiss her.