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Breathing a little faster, Larkin reached up to grip my nape and tug me down as he craned his neck. Suddenly his warm, shallow breaths were hitting my mouth, before he pressed his lips shyly to mine.

My heart thudded hard. I shouldn’t have let him do that. I should’ve moved away and casually asked if he wanted to go back to the private box. I shouldn’t have let him kiss me again when we weren’t having a lesson, as if all he wanted was to just kiss me, because I didn’t know what I was supposed to think about that. It was messing with my head too much.

That didn’t stop me from kissing him back, lifting my hands to cup his narrow jaw. He shivered when I smoothed my thumbs over his cheeks, then kissed me again with slightly parted lips until I opened up for his tongue to sink inside.

He tasted like the cream soda he’d drunk. Sweet, like vanilla. The finger he’d hooked between my shirt buttons had turned into two, and they were trailing slowly over the line of hair on my stomach under the fabric. A tiny groan escaped me, which made Larkin’s breath catch before he kissed me even more eagerly, the movements of his tongue growing more confident as it glided against mine.

My whole body tightened with lust, my cock coming quickly to life and hardening until it ached. A part of me was aware that Taylor and Holt could walk in at any second, but most of me didn’t care.

Especially not when Larkin made that little sound that drove me wild.

“Mmm.” He smoothed his tongue against mine one last time before pulling back, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy-lidded as he smiled up at me. “Do you maybe want to hang out again soon? Outside of work, I mean.”

My mouth curved into a small smile. “You want your next lesson?”

“Oh.” He blinked, then grinned. “Um, yeah, sure.”

Glancing down, his eyes flared with heat when he saw the erection tenting my pants. Licking his lips, he slipped his fingers free from my shirt and trailed them lower until they brushed the straining length.

“I want to do the erogenous zones thing on you,” he told me breathlessly, pupils blown as he gazed up at me. “Find all of them.”

My mouth slowly widened into a slightly filthy grin. “All of them? Because there were a few we didn’t cover last time.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Yes. All of them.”

“Alright.” Unable to resist, I dipped down to give him one last kiss. He kissed me back eagerly with a quiet moan, fingers curling around my hard cock through my pants and squeezing it. I groaned hoarsely as it jerked against his palm.

When we finally broke apart, he panted, “When?”

“Tomorrow after work?” Realising we were definitely cutting it close now, I forced myself to take a step back before the boss could walk in and see us.

The light in Larkin’s eyes dimmed a little. “Oh. Okay. Not, um… tonight?” Then he flushed and rubbed his cheek. “No, wait, sorry. Tomorrow is fine. I’m just… not tired, but I know you get up early for the gym. Tomorrow works.”

“You could—” My heart sped up. “You could stay tomorrow if you wanted. In a bed this time,” I added with a wry smile. “Not on the couch squished against me.”

His eyes brightened as he grinned, reaching out to poke my stomach. “I slept great that night. I wasn’t squished. You were like the comfiest heated mattress ever. But yeah,” he added quickly with a nod. “Yes, that… that sounds good. I’d like to. Stay over, I mean. Again. Thanks.”

I smiled, even though I already knew what I’d just suggested was a bad idea. A stupid idea. “Alright, great. I can, uh, make dinner if you want.”

Another stupid idea. This wouldn’t be a date. It would be a fucking sex lesson.

But Larkin was already nodding eagerly, a sweet blush staining his cheeks. “Okay, yeah. That sounds really nice. Thank you.”

I desperately wanted to kiss him again, take him home with me right now and have him sleep in my bed so I could wake up with him in the morning.

“My pleasure,” I managed to croak, taking another step back to try and calm my body down.

I was a self-sabotaging idiot.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Lesson 5

Larkin

I was already vibrating with anticipation as I rang Seb’s doorbell the next evening. For the lesson, but also not. But also yes. I didn’t really know what to think. I wasn’t all that bothered about actively learning new stuff, but I was desperate to have sex with Seb again. So I guessed I was eager to learn new stuff? I didn’t even know.

All I knew was that the moment Seb opened the door, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts with his beautiful chest on display, my brain kind of went blank.