Page 89 of Even Exchange

My mouth goes dry. “Call it whatever you want.”

“Let’s call it that.” She sits on her heels, folding her hands in her lap like we’re opening a negotiation. But hey, any negotiation that ends with an orgasm is one I want to be a part of. “How are you going to give me lessons if you haven’t even got any recently?”

“Charlotte!” My mouth falls open, and she throws her head back, laughing. I release a heavy breath, thankful her sense of humor is back.

“Sorry, sorry.” She reins it in. “I know you have yourreputation.” I blink at her, unsure how to respond as she contemplates me. “Okay, I accept your offer.”

“Really?”Is she fucking with me?

“Yes.” She shifts in place. “I don’t want to go a single second longer withhimbeing the last one to touch me that way.”

My body tenses.

You and me both.

“So you… want to start now?” I ask hesitantly.

“I’m game if you are,” she says, eyes hopeful.

Stop acting like you’re losing your virginity and shake off the damn nerves, Caruso.

I scoot to the side of the bed, sitting on the edge, and place my feet on the floor. “Come here.”

She climbs off the mattress and stands before me. I’ve kept my hands mostly to myself during this conversation because I didn’t want her to feel pressured into anything. I didn’t want my touch distracting her… or me.

But her intentions are clear.

Charlotte Benson can use me in any way she pleases.

“Are you ready?” I ask, placing my hands on her hips, just below the hem of her shirt.

She nods, releasing a shaky breath as the corners of her mouth quirk. “I’m ready.”

“Good,” I say, staring up into her pretty brown eyes. With my foot, I kick her legs apart. “Now be a good girl and straddle my lap.”

She bites her lower lip and places her hands on my shoulders, gaze not leaving mine as she sends me a wicked grin.Fuck.

My dick twitches, and there’s no way I’ll be able to hide that when she lowers herself onto me.

She grips my shoulders, then throws a leg on each side, straddling my lap as instructed.Holy shit, this is happening.Her center brushes against my cock, and even with all these clothes between us, I have to fight a groan.

Her curious eyes search mine.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, holding her hips.

“Of course.” She brushes her fingers along the side of my neck. “So tell me, professor, how do we start?”

I stifle another groan.Don’t rush this.

“If you just want to kiss and get comfortable,” I say, dragging my thumb along her lips, “we can do that.” I wouldn’t mind the opportunity to explore these again without an audience. “If you want to do more”—I slide my hand into her hair, gripping it and angling her mouth upwards—“I’m down for that too.” We’re a breath apart. “And if at any pointat allyou want to stop, tell me. Okay?”

Nodding, she lets out a whimpered approval. My hands slide down her body, fingertips dipping under her shirt, and she gasps as I nudge the material upwards. “This okay for you?”

She nods again.

“Use your words,soffione.”

“It’s more than okay,” she murmurs.

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