Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
I take his hand. “Hi, I’m Kat.”
He leans into me, close enough for me to get a whiff of his cologne, and my knees instantly go weak.
He whispers softly into my ear. “What are you drinking, Kat?”
My clit zings. “A mojito,” I choke out.
He turns to Henn. “Hey, bartender, another mojito for the gorgeous lady with the sexy little cleft in her chin.” He looks at me and levels me with a dark blue smolder that makes my clit pound like a jackhammer. “You ready to get out of here, sweetheart? Because I’m in the mood to make you feel so fucking good,” he whispers, almost inaudibly, skimming his hand down my arm. “Before you answer, you should know: I’ve got a huge dick and I know exactly how to use it to make you scream. All you need to decide is whether you wanna have the night of your life.”
There’s a long beat during which I feel warm wetness literally ooze into the crotch of my panties.
“What do you say, honey? You ready to go?”
I nod.
“Let’s go.”
He holds out his hand and I take it.
All of a sudden, I want one thing: for Josh to pull me out the door and straight to my room. But, instead, Josh releases my hand and turns to Henn, smiling.
“Badah-bing-badah-boom,” he says. “Easy peasy. Now you try it. Just like that.”
“Ummmmmmmm,” Henn says. “Could you be serious, please? I actually wanna know what you do, no kidding around.”
“I wasn’t kidding around. That’s what I do.”
Henn laughs. “Come on, Josh.”
Josh whips his attention onto me. “Kat, in all seriousness—would that have worked on you if I did it just like that?”
“In all seriousness?” I say. Oh man, my heart is racing out of my chest. “Hell yes.”
“See?” Josh says. He shrugs. “Success with babe-baggery is all about confidence. Everything else is secondary.” He sits back down, a cocky grin on his face. “Thank you, Kat.” He winks. “You’re excellent at role-play—not surprisingly.”
I sit back down, flustered.
“It always boils down to confidence,” Josh says. “Am I right, Madame Professor?”
“Yeah,” I say, struggling to regain my composure. Oh shit. There’s a deep, dull ache in my abdomen that won’t go away. I clear my throat. “But don’t forget, Josh, getting the babe hooked on the line is only the first step—then you’ve actually got to be able to deliver on all that bravado or else you’re sunk.” I shoot Josh a smart-ass look that, hopefully, says, “You’re full of shit.”
Josh’s eyes are brimming with confidence. “Well, duh. It goes without saying a guy’s gotta be able to deliver on everything he promises—that’s where true confidence comes from, being able to walk the walk.” He winks. “‘Under-promise and over-perform,’ I always say. And believe me, I just under-promised on what I can perform.”
Oh holy hell. I can’t breathe.
“So let’s start simple, then,” Josh says to Henn. “The first step is being able to kiss a woman like a boss. For women, kissing is everything—you gotta be able to curl her toes, man. From there, all good things will come to you. Kiss a woman right, she’ll be begging you for more. Am I right, Madame Professor?”
I shoot Josh a pointed look. “Yep. No doubt about it. Begging.”
Josh bites his lip.
“Well, no sweat, guys. Because I happen to be a fantastic kisser.”
“Really?” I ask, surprised.
“Yup.”
“Fantastic?”
“Well, okay, maybe not fantastic. But pretty damned good.”
“What’s your technique?”
“My technique? Well, I can’t describe it. It’s a show-me-don’t-tell-me kind of thing.”
“Well, you gotta give me something to work with here, Henny. How else am I gonna be able to give you feedback?”
“I can’t describe it,” Henn says, shrugging his shoulders. “You’ll just have to trust me.”
“Try explaining it to me, Henn,” I say. “Josh is right—that first kiss can make or break you—lead you to the Promised Land or sink you like a stone.” I flash Josh a smart-ass look. “You gotta get it right.”
Josh squints at me. “Yeah, Kat’s right. But that’s only because women sometimes place ridiculous importance on what should be a simple kiss—irrational, ridiculous, stupid importance—when they should just chill out and go with the flow and stop acting like a fucking terrorist.”
“Jesus, Josh,” Henn says.
Josh’s eyes are locked with mine. I squint at him, and he returns the gesture.
“Why don’t you just show her, bro?” Josh says, still looking at me. “That’s the simplest way for us to approach this.”
My face involuntarily morphs into a “what the fuck” look.
“You don’t mind, do you, Kat?” Josh asks evenly.
“You mean... you want me to . . .?” Henn asks.
“Yeah, why not?” Josh says. “Unless, of course, Kat’s gonna require you to reveal all your secrets in order to kiss her?”
I narrow my eyes at Josh and then whip my head to look at Henn. “I think it’s a great idea for you to kiss me. How else are we gonna know if you’ve got the right technique?”