Page 49 of Wild For You

I press a soft kiss on his lips, then scramble to my feet, fighting his hands off of me.

“I can’t wait a month,” Cash says. “At least let me have a taste of you. Let me lick you.”

My heart skips a beat.

Holy shit!

I want that. Badly.

I regard him, wondering if he’s saying what I think he’s saying. My tongue flicks over my parched lips as I take in his hooded gaze and the naughty glint in his eyes. Slowly, a lazy grin spreads across his lips.

“It’s my birthday, after all, meaning I expect a gift. The cake doesn’t count.”

I shake my head. “You’ll have to work for it. No sex until we’ve done at least ten sessions.”

I don’t know when I made this decision, but it sure sounds like I’ve made up my mind to sleep with him. Strangely enough, the thought isn’t as vexing as the fact that I’ve no idea how to make it through nine more sessions with him without giving in to whatever he wants.

“You’re seriously going to leave me with blue balls?”

“Yes.” I sling my bag over my shoulder and head for the door, calling over my shoulder. “Now, clean up. Your guests could be here any minute.”

“What guests?” Cash’s voice bellows.

I don’t turn to explain that his family’s stopping by. I don’t answer because I don’t want him to see my face. He can’t see that he’s not the only one who’s going to be suffering from blue balls, figuratively speaking, of course.

As I take a quick shower, I can’t help but wonder what the hell I’m doing.

Nine sessions are going to be impossible to complete.

I should never have let him kiss me.

I should never have let his hands roam over my body like they belonged there.

Because now I know that there’s no way I’ll be able to control myself the next time he touches me. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him.

This isn’t going to end well.

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