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“Oh, come on.You just found out I like alien porn.You need to at least tell me something so I don’t feel like this confessional is totally one-sided.”

“I don’t think priests confess anything in confessional.”

“I don’t think you’re a priest,” he quipped back, his eyes dancing and sparkling like I’ve told a joke.

I rolled my eyes as heat climbed up my chest, my neck, and into my cheeks.“I … normal stuff.”

“Normal is a very subjective term.”Rather than type in Netflix or Disney, he typed in a free porn site and started scrolling through the thumbnails of videos.“Is it gangbangs?”he asked.“Or DILFs?Older man, younger woman?Like daddy-Dom stuff?”He was all cheeky smiles now, and my body was on literal fire.“I know,” he exclaimed, “it’s threesomes, but where the guys are giving it to each other too, right?”

“It’s cunnilingus, all right?”I blurted out.“I like watching a guy go down on a woman.Are you happy?”

He closed the window to the porn site.“Extremely.However, I have questions.”

“No.”

“Is there a specific shot, or angle that you prefer?A certain position?Because you can be rather creative with that sex act and which camera angles you film it from.Is she on her back?Her belly?Standing on her head?”

Growling, I stared straight ahead at the laptop screen and the waterfall scene of his wallpaper.“I like the camera angle to be fromherpoint of view.Like she’s looking down her body at him and his head is between her thighs.So likeI’mher and watching it.Are you happy?”I crossed my arms over my chest.This Q&A is over.”

Moving the laptop to the foot of the bed, he ditched his glasses on the nightstand beside him, rolled to his belly with ninja-like finesse, and crawled up toward me until he was at my feet.Then he shouldered my knees apart.“You meanthisview?”

CHAPTER FIVE

Jagger

Iwassuperfuckingdrunk.

Normally, I had a pretty decent tolerance for alcohol.I was a big guy and could handle my liquor, but considering the very little food I ate today was now at the bottom of Puget Sound, meant I was a lightweight tonight, and that beer and wine were hitting me hard.I was also fucking exhausted, which didn’t help.Not to mention a little embarrassed that my porn from last night’s wank session was still up on my computer and Raina saw it.

None of that excused my current position though.On my belly, between her legs, staring up at her from her favorite porn position.And my cock was hard.

Fuck my life.

She gaped down at me, her pupils dilating, nostrils flaring as I gave her a big, playful smile, hoping it would disarm her—and ease the mounting awkwardness.

“What are you doing?”she asked, not sure what do to with her hands and sort of flailing them about.She kept attempting to push on my head, but before she’d touch me, she’d lift her hands again and flail them some more.

“Just asking if this is the position you were referring to.”I inched up a little further, spied her phone on the nightstand, and reached for it.“Unlock it.”I handed it to her.

“What?No.”

I rolled my eyes.“Come on.Don’t be such a …”

“Such a?”

“Tight ass,” I finished.“Just unlock it.”

Her growl was sexy and made my cock twitch beneath me.But she did as she was told, which also really fucking turned me on, and unlocked her phone with her thumbprint.“Now what?”

I snatched her phone from her, only taking a second to admire the wallpaper of her screen that was her cute kid, Marco, and her smiling in the middle of the grapevines.Then I brought up her camera app, put it into selfie-mode, and snapped a picture of myself.

“There,” I said, handing it back to her, but for some reason not moving.Neither of us said anything for a long, hot moment.Was she thinking what I was thinking?About what it might be like if we ditched these cutesy pajama bottoms and did this position for real?I resisted the urge to press my nose to the “V” of her legs and inhale.Though, I was really tempted.

She stared at me, her eyes roaming my face with equal parts curiosity and … arousal?The flush climbing up her throat would certainly make a man wonder.I was probably as close to her as I’d ever been.Without my glasses though, this was about the distance I needed to make out the features of her face: the flush under her freckles—growing darker by the second—the sparkle of her yellow-green catlike eyes, and the way the spokes of gold alternated with the spokes of emerald, radiating out from her pupil.Her lips, and how she had to unconsciously be nibbling on the bottom one as she continued to study me, and the way the drying baby hair on her forehead and temples peeled away from the rest and curled delicately against her tanned skin.

I swallowed, suddenly realizing just how suggestive, how inappropriate, and how wrong this all was.Clearing my throat, I rolled away and, like nothing happened, grabbed my laptop and sat back up against the headboard.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”she exclaimed, turning to face me, her voice a little shrill, but in a cute way.

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