“I think getting the balance right between being assertive and being aggressive is difficult to master,” she said huskily.
“I think you just need to be yourself. Be honest. Communicate your needs.”
“That doesn’t work.” She lifted a hand in frustration. “I’m missing something. Technique.”
“I don’t think it’s about tricks,” he said.
She sighed. “So what is it then? And don’t you dare say ‘confidence’—all the articles say confidence and none explain how to acquire it.”
“Okay, I won’t.”
“And what if she’s shy?” Abbi asked, all the more irritated.
“All she has to do is smile.”
Only smile? That’s it? That was his brilliant advice for the day? Her first lesson better not be over already or she’d have to kill him.
“It’s true.” He half laughed. “Your eyes—the way you’ve been watching me? Very good. Body language—the licking of your lips, the brushing back of your hair… all good.”
That hadn’t been intentional. She hadn’t even been aware she was doing it.
“You know,” he said softly, “the more sexually charged the atmosphere, the more chance of having multiple orgasms.”
“And you would know this because?”
He smiled. “So much of it is in the mind.”
He was in her mind. But he liked the way she’d been watching him? She decided to look at him some more. She peered up at him from under her lashes. “Joe?” she whispered.
“Quit it, you’re making this really hard for me.” He glared at her, his body rigid.
The pleasure of triumph washed through her. “Good.”
“Let’s get upstairs.” He swallowed. “But we’re not having sex. We’ll play, but not all the way this time. Vixens don’t give it all up on the first date.”
Not having sex? What did he mean not having sex?
“Leaving him wanting, building that anticipation—the atmosphere,” he said as he led the way. “That’ll seal it for you later.”
“But wasn’t last night our first date?” she asked innocently as she followed him.
He paused on the staircase and sent her a fierce look back. “You can try to make me change my mind if you like.”
She’d never claimed she’d be a good vixen.
They took the stairs to the next level—past the sign labeled Private, and to a big steel door. He took a key from his pocket and punched a code into the number pad on the wall beside the entrance.
Then he opened it and stepped inside. He turned and looked at her from across the threshold. “Coming?”
She took a couple of steps. He reached out and with a flick of his hand slammed the door shut behind her.
All senses screaming, Abbi faced him.
He held her gaze as he walked back toward her with that slow, confident gait. Within a couple of paces he reached her, his smile twisted, and to her surprise, he dropped to his knees.
“Are you really ready for me?” he asked huskily.
The sight of Joe Fuller kneeling before her and looking that filled with lust did something to her. Something hot and fierce flipped over in her belly.
Confidence.
No, more than that. Aggression stirred.
She was sick of waiting. Sick of watching. Now she just wanted.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” she said, staring down at him. “You have my permission.”
His whole body stiffened. He shot her a burning look. “Good to know.”
He reached forward, curling his hands around her ankles like shackles. “What else do I need your permission for?” he drawled so very slowly. “Tell me. Honestly.”
She had six sessions. Six sessions to get the most out of, to learn, to satisfy, to indulge. With nothing to lose, Abbi gave herself over to fantasy. “Everything.”
His brows lifted in a quick flash, his jaw firmed, and so did his grip on her ankles. “I need more detail. Am I allowed to push up your skirt?”
“Yes.”
“Am I allowed to remove your panties?”
“Yes.”
“Am I allowed to run my tongue across your swollen clit and bury it inside of your hot pussy?”
She squeezed her inner muscles tight, so turned on, so stunned, she could hardly speak. “You’re not allowed to stop until I come.”
She was only a stroke away from it anyway.
The most wicked smile spread over his face. He looked like a man born to serve. “Your wish is my command.”
His grip tightened. He lifted one of her feet, placing it farther from the other. Abbi drew in a deep, shaking breath as he slowly traced a single finger up the front of her shin.