Page 35 of What if It's Us

“One hundred percent.” He nods. “An orgasm is the best thing for you right now. The internet says so and everything on the internet is true…” He winks so I know he’s kidding and then continues. “And I’m here so…” He shrugs and then gives me a flirty grin. “I mean I could just do it myself while I’m down here.”

No. He. Did. Not. Just. Offer. To. Eat. Me. Out.

First of all, where the hell did all his sudden confidence come from?

Where the fuck is the shy, quiet Ledger Dayne I’ve come to know?

Secondly, what would he do if I actually told him to go to town?

Would he follow through?

Who am I kidding? He might come across as shy sometimes, but I can’t forget he’s Ledger Dayne.

Of course he would follow through.

Oh, my God, the temptation is so very real.

“I thought we agreed not to make this sexual,” I say with narrowed eyes challenging him.

“Is that what we decided?”

“Mhmm.”

“Damn,” he mutters, shaking his head with a tsk. “That’s a fucking shame.” He lowers his head as if he’s studying every part of my anatomy. Like he’s memorizing every inch of me. “Because your pussy is by far the prettiest one I’ve ever seen and if you don’t mind my saying so, I bet it tastes as sweet as it looks.”

Oh. My. God.

Swoon!

“Are you seriously evaluating my vagina right now?”

I don’t miss how his tongue sweeps across his lips as he nods his head. “No evaluation needed. If anything, I just did a quick comparison because, in case I stuttered the first time, I just said yours is the prettiest one I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s quite the compliment coming from a self-professed professional like yourself.”

“You’re welcome,” he says with a wink before ripping the box open and wrapping his hand around the rose-shaped vibrating toy. His mischievous expression makes my insides swirl. It’s the perfect mix of sweet and haughty. And for the first time I see the part of Ledger Dayne that undoubtedly would make even the nicest of girls want to be a bit rebellious.

“So, I guess you have a choice to make here, Marlee.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

He holds the toy in his hand for me to see. “My lips or this rose?”

Yeah, I don’t think he’s asking for consent this time although I know if I said neither he would respect my wishes.

Lips or toy?

Lips or toy?

God, what I wouldn’t give to feel this man’s lips on my body.

But we are supposed to be keeping this platonic.

I mean…he is offering…

But I shouldn’t take advantage of him like that.

Hell, I’m getting wetter just thinking about his tongue on me.

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