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Henrietta: What if I’m bad in bed?

Birdie: I don’t think Tyler will mind practicing with you. ;)

Practice. I could do that.

There wasn’t a text from Mara right away, so I locked my phone and set it on the sink. If I stayed in here too long, Tyler would think I was having stomach problems and that would totally kill the mood. And I wasn’t about toalmosthave sex for the second time. No, tonight was the night.

I reached into the cabinet and dabbed on some expensive perfume my grandma got me for my birthday a few years back. Then I ran my fingers through my hair, making sure it was perfect. And, of course, I dabbed on just a little bit of lip gloss.

I looked at myself in the mirror and whispered, “You can do this. You have a hot guy who likes you. The whole house is yours for the night. And if it doesn’t go well... you can try again. If it doesn’t work with Tyler, there will be someone else.”

But I already knew that last part was a lie. I may not have known Tyler long, but I knew him well enough to understand that there was no one else like him.

I pushed back from the sink, put my hand on the doorknob, and took a deep breath. Henrietta Jones was not going to be a virgin anymore.

44

Henrietta

Confession: It’s time.

“Tyler?”I called from the bathroom doorway.

“Yeah?”

“Meet me in my room?”

The sink immediately turned off, and I smiled to myself. Maybe that meant he was just as excited as me.

I met him in my bedroom doorway, and we were squeezed into the space, our bodies pressed against each other. He palmed the side of my neck, his hand big enough to cover my jaw too. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he breathed, his voice husky.

I looked from his eyes, a dreamy mix of dark green and brown, to his lips. Full. Pink. And I kissed him. Slow at first, then harder as we walked to my bed.

He lowered me down, straddling me on the bed as he feathered kisses from my lips to my cheek and jaw. His five o’clock shadow scratched against my skin as he worked his way to my neck, my collarbone. And then his hands slid under my dress, his palm running over my thighs, my side, my breasts. His thumb flicked over my nipple, already pebbling in anticipation.

He parted my legs with his and pressed his knee against my center. Moisture pooled between my legs, soaking my lacy underwear as I rode his thigh.

“Tyler,” I moaned.

“I know, baby,” he breathed, pulling at my dress. He lowered himself until his face hovered over my vagina, and he pulled my underwear aside, rubbing his thumb over my clit. The sensation was so strong, I clenched and moaned.

I’d touched myself before, spent time with toys, but this was already so much better. So muchmore. His thumb kept pressure on my clit as he slid a finger inside me. “You’re so wet.” His voice was husky before he replaced his thumb with his mouth.

Knowing he was tasting me... savoring me. Fuck, it was hot. My hips bucked, and I moaned, gripping the blanket we lay atop. I might not be good in bed, but Tyler was already surpassing every expectation, meeting every need I didn’t know I had.

His tongue worked slow circles around my sensitive spot as he caressed my insides with his fingertips, hitting all the right places that I hardly knew could feel that way.

And then he hummed against my clit, and I nearly came undone.

“Tyler,” I gasped.

He hummed, moving his fingers in and out, sweeping them around.

I tightened around his digits, so close to the edge, until he worked me over the top, and I came undone around his finger, on his mouth. He continued licking it all until the waves slowly faded.

“Tyler,” I said again. I was at a loss for words, only able to speak his name. But that was more than enough for him. He got up and took a tissue from my nightstand, wiping his face, and then took off his shirt.

I sat up, still quivering from his touch, and stared at his shirtless body. He was perfect, all hard lines, a dusting of short brown hair, and now I could see all of his tattoos. There was the one on the inside of his bicep and then a pattern that changed from prairie to sun that covered one of his shoulders almost to his neck.

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