Page 67 of Of Pucking Course

I bite back my smile that’s getting wider by the second. He’s such a sweetheart to wake up early and cook my favorite breakfast for me.

“Would it be weird if I kissed you?” I hold my breath, my nerves crackling in my tummy.

He shakes his head and holds my gaze, a heated look in his eyes. He leans down and leads me in a slow, teasing kiss.

“Anytime you want to kiss me, you can,” he says against my lips.

“I just wasn’t sure if that would make things awkward. I mean, you’re my coach in the bedroom. Not my boyfriend. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do boyfriend things, like kiss me when we’re just hanging out.”

Sam quirks an eyebrow. “I’m always down to kiss you, Dakota.”

I let another wide smile break free. “Yay.” I kiss him again.

When we break apart, he tells me to sit on the stool at the kitchen island while he finishes frying up the bacon.

A few minutes later, he serves me a breakfast sandwich. I take a massive bite and moan.

“Oh my god. Sam, this is so freaking good.”

He chuckles as he sits down next to me and digs into his sandwich. He takes a bite and makes an “mmm” sound. “Wow. I did a good job.”

I demolish my sandwich in just a few minutes. As I sip my coffee, I glance over at him. He’ssosweet andsofilthy…just knowing that about Sam makes my heart beat fasterandmy panties wet.

“So, um, have you always liked being in control in bed?” I can’t help my curiosity.

He wipes his mouth with a napkin. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Like, always? Even the first time you ever had sex?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “No. I wasawkward as hell my first time. A girlfriend I had in college was really into it, so I tried it. I ended up liking it.”

I bite my lip, nervous to ask him more. I don’t want to sound like I’m interrogating him.

He turns to me and flashes that insanely sexy half-smile. “You can ask me anything, Dakota. You’ve been open with me about your sex life. It’s only fair that I’m open with you.”

I let out a breath, relieved. “What did you do if the person you were dating or hooking up with wasn’t into you being dominant or bossy in bed?”

“Then we would just have normal sex.” He says it so easily, like it’s no big deal at all.

I start to smile. “Normal sex?”

He chuckles. “I just meant that I wouldn’t be bossy or rough or talk dirty.”

“Did that upset you?”

He shakes his head.

“You didn’t feel like you were missing out on something important? Something you needed?”

“Nope. I mean, yeah, my preference is to do the kind of thing that we did last night. But I can be happy having sex in lots of different ways.” He quirks his eyebrow and grins.

I laugh. My phone buzzes in my hoodie pocket. When I pull it out, I read the reminder on the screen.

Shopping with Mom.

“I should get going. I’m meeting my mom in an hour,” I say.

“Oh hey, can you give her this?” Sam hops up and walks over to the cabinet by the refrigerator. He pulls out a small tin of tea. “I saw it at a new grocery store the other week. She mentioned that her local store was out, so I picked this up for her.”

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