His Kind of Perfect (Sugar Bay #1) by Kinsley Gibb

Author:Kinsley Gibb [Gibb, Kinsley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781500720001
Amazon: 1500720003
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2014-08-05T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

“Someone will be right with you, ma’am.” The hostess smiled, her lip ring sparkled in the morning sun, before she turned to leave.

Anabelle nodded, her eyes hidden behind oversized black sunglasses. She slid into the booth Charlie had deemed ‘theirs’ at the Tilted Kilt, their weekly Sunday brunch destination. As usual, Anabelle arrived first. She expected Charlie would straggle in later demanding coffee. Anabelle was more of a green tea kind of girl. The taste of coffee straight up was abhorrent unless she added a shameful amount of cream and sugar, hell on her waistline, but she adored the heavenly aroma of the brew.

But after countless orgasms between lunch and midnight, she was in too mellow of a mood to care. It was a wonder she could sit upright rather than slide into a puddle on the floor. As guaranteed, he’d been good, better than good, awe-inspiring.

Derek was committed as her tutor. He’d coaxed, corralled and gently bullied her into one position after another, doing things, as sheltered as she’d been, she’d never dreamed of.

But he knew what he wanted, and he’d wanted her. And good golly, he’d had her.

By midnight she’d been unable to move but she knew she couldn’t stay the night. The protocol for such a situation had escaped her. She was fairly certain Miss Manners didn’t have an article on ‘How to gracefully take leave of the man who initiated your first orgasms’.

On behalf of all the single ladies out there, Miss Manners should consider adding that chapter. There had to be others, like her, who’d decided to captain their sexual revolution rather than wait for Mr. Perfect to find them.

Was a firm handshake at the door acceptable? A friendly one-armed hug? Both options seemed tame considering he'd had his hands, lips and tongue in her lady parts.

The panic made her claim an early morning of jogging and breakfast with Charlie. The irony was Charlie once told her if Anabelle ever saw Charlie running, she should run too because something bad was behind her. Charlie’s preferred pace was more of a hip-rolling stroll. Why run, when she could walk. But Derek didn’t know that.

He’d walked her to her car a little past midnight and kissed her senseless before watching her drive off. In the rearview mirror, she’ watched his fine, shirtless form until she turned the last corner. When it was safe, she grinned and did a happy dance, a giddy mass of satisfied woman.

Her thighs clenched at what they’d done.

From his couch to his bed, he’d been thorough in his tutoring and as excelling at a given task was her forte, she’d been his star pupil.

She grinned.

Already she was eager for the next lesson. Last night, he’d been in complete control and refused to let her explore. Next time she wanted full access to his body. It was only fair. She was eager to explore his happy trail and the goods beyond.

Yes.

The beyond part was especially enticing and she wanted to test those moves Cosmo suggested.

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