Page 209 of Trouble from Abroad
“I want to be your tutor, Miss Thorne.” He pauses to let it sink. “Don’t hire a stranger. Pick me instead. Let me show you how good I can make you feel. Make me another color-coded spreadsheet, better yet, a list, this one with everything you want to learn. I’ll be the best sex instructor you’ll ever find.”
What is happening right now?“This is crazy,” I pant.
“Yes, you are. And you’ve made me, too.”
“Why? I don’t get it.” I shake my head, as if the pieces will fall into place and I’ll make sense of it all. “Have you seen yourself? Have you seenme? Don’t—don’t answer that. We know the truth.”
“The truth is that I’ve been dependent on a blue pill for the last several years of my marriage. And since my ex left, my dick hasn’t hardened once. That was, until you stepped through that door. And I can’t get the fucking thing down since I saw you, naked and dripping wet.”
“This can’t be happening… I’m—” I can’t sit still anymore. “Damn it, Preston. This was supposed to be, at most, a harmless, forbidden flirtation. I’m only human. I can dream.”
His hands are firm on me, and God help me, I love the feel of them. “Mia, you don’t have to answer me now.”
“I don’t think I canface younow.”
“Alexa, lower the lights.”
“Oh, Doc, that was smooth.” My head swims, then tilts forward.
I hear him chuckle.
But then he takes his hands off my body, and any doubts I had vanish into thin air. My decision is made. I’m ready to beg when his smooth voice issues another command. “Stand up for me, Mia.”
I do, and he follows.
Not facing him makes it easy to ask the hard questions. “I don’t understand. What’s in it for you?”
The straight white man with no self-esteem issues laughs. One second, I’m pissed. The next, he steps closer and presses his body into mine.
“Oh God,” I whimper. He’s hard, huge, and it feels so good. I take no responsibility for the full-body shiver that washes over me.
“I know this is wrong. I know I’m too old for you.”
I lean back, closer, letting my head lie on his shoulder.
“Nothing in you feels old, Pres.” I whisper into the dark, my ass moving slowly in circles, then up and down, as if I need further evidence that I’m not dreaming. He hisses, and I clench at the sound. “And nothing I’m feeling right now feels wrong.”
“Do you really want to know what’s in it for me, Miss Thorne?” His hands land on my hips and pull me harder to him, locking me there. “I get to feel like a man again. It doesn’t have to be complicated. But it would be real. And right now, that’s more than I’ve had in years.” His fingers dig deeper and my breath falters. “You think this is just about teaching you? No, Mia. It’s about reminding myself I’m still worth touching.” Preston presses his palm to mystomach, under my top, feeling my pebbled skin. I’m so lost in the moment, I forget to suck it in.
“Don’t pay a stranger to touch you when I’d give anything for the chance.”
The room is so still, so charged, I could count the beats of my heart. Except I can’t count that fast.
“I can help you. You want a tutor? I’m right here.” He leans in, brushing his lips along one slippery shoulder, barely grazing. “You want to be touched? To feel confident in bed? Same offer applies.”
Please, legs, don’t fail me now.
“What you’re… suggesting.” I inhale. “Takes us way past inappropriate massages.”
“And yet, I’m still offering. But first, take a seat, Miss Thorne. There’s more.”
More?The timing is very convenient, because my legs do fail me then.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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I don’t havetime to recover. Or think about the implications of his offer. Once I’m seated on the floor, Preston’s back at the couch, legs trapping me in place again.
