Page 92 of Even Exchange

“I don’t know how to choose.” He arches his fingers inside of me, and I gasp.

“Pick one and we can do the others later.”

A thrill overtakes me at the promise of this continuing through the night. “Later?”

“Was this supposed to be a one-time lesson?” he teases. “I’m good, but I’m notthatgood.”He wants to do this again?My hips rotate absentmindedly, grinding against his hand, the friction distracting me. “So what do you want?”

All of Noah’s options are appealing, especially the idea of him edging me till I pass out. But knowing I’m the reasonhefalls apart would be indisputable evidence that maybe I’m not the problem after all. “I want to be in charge.”

“That’s my sexy girl,” he says, and my face flushes as he removes his fingers. Rolling to his back, he pulls me on top of him in one fell swoop.Hot.

I shimmy my shoulders, shaking off the nerves.You can do this.

Dragging my finger along the hem of his athletic shorts and briefs, I say, “The only problem is these.” Pouting, I force myself into the role of an assertive, not damaged, dom.

He rests his hands under his head. “You’re in charge.”

I crawl off of him, pointing to the floor. “Strip.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says, rolling off the bed without hesitation.

He turns to me, our eyes connecting as I sit on my heels.Confidencerings through my mind, being the word of the day, and I pull my shoulders back, puffing out my tits.

His appreciative eyes wander my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he drops his shorts to the floor and kicks them off. My eyes fall to his blue boxer briefs emphasizing his well-endowed package.

“Fuck,” I blurt, unable to formulate a single other thought.

He rubs his palm against his dick, and I fight a satisfied hum, squirming in place. The wetness between my legs intensifies, and I’m dying to see what’s underneath.

“Those too,” I instruct, pointing to his boxers.

Good. I’m doing good.

Noah fights a smile, toying with the waistband, then drops them to the floor, his erection springing free.

My mouth opens and closes as I stare at his delicious dick. It’s long and thick. It’s also extremely hard. His eyes roam my body greedily.He’shard forme.

He’s turned on byme.

I, Charlotte Benson, got Noah Gabriel Caruso hard and naked.

And now… I’m going to make him come.

“On the bed,” I instruct, and he laughs, following directions.

“What’s so funny?” I ask hesitantly as he returns to his position on his back, hands under his head.

“I love how eager you are for me,” he admits, and I release a sigh of relief.This man is clearly into you. Stop being nervous.

“Well, you know I love a lesson plan,” I tease, reaching toward his hard length and wrapping my fingers around it.

His relaxed expression turns to surprise as I stroke him lightly. His breath staggers, and I bring my mouth inches from his cock, our gaze holding steady. The obvious lust in his eyes encourages a wicked smile across my face. I tighten my grip on his shaft and dart my tongue out, licking the pre-cum off his tip. The sweet taste has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Mmmm.”

“Charlotte,” Noah says breathlessly, a hand sliding into my hair and gripping tightly. “If you make that noise again, there’s a ninety percent chance I’ll come on your face.”

Ignoring his warning, I take his cock in my mouth and suck softly, panting and groaning while he fists my hair. “Char,” he moans, but it sounds more like a plea.Is he really so turned on by me?As good as he tastes, and as much as I love torturing him, I’d really rather he came somewhere other than my face. I release him with apopand crawl up his body slowly, taking note of every rigid, delicious muscle on the way. I place a leg on each side, allowing my center to rest against his rippled stomach. He grabs my hip with one hand, his thumb finds my clit with the other, and my head drops back.

“You’re better than every fantasy I’ve imagined,” he says, and my gaze snaps to his face for any hint of sincerity. Surely he’s in a lust trance and this is all part of his dirty talk, but damn, does it sound convincing.