Free Taming His Tutor (Entangled Brazen) by Natalie Anderson

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    Joe held Abbi’s hand tightly as he walked her to his home. The urge to keep her near was uncontrollable. He’d come here to apologize and walk away. So how had he managed to end up offering to teach her seduction? To be a sex goddess?
    Fuck .
    He’d never met a woman so unaware of her sizzling sensuality. And Abbi’s was sizzling. She really didn’t get that she didn’t need to unleash any inner vixen. She already was a vixen. Those curves? That mouth? Those eyes? Hell, nothing had ever felt as good as last night, when her body had quivered and broken apart in his hold.
    But she didn’t believe it.
    Well, he’d happily spend some time helping her understand how hot she was. How hot she’d always been. He’d felt a searing spike of jealousy when she mentioned her ex-boyfriend. It was worse than when he’d watched her look at that jerk at the baseball game last night. And still he wondered why she really wanted to release her inner vixen—was there some guy out there she wanted? Did she want the ex back?
    His muscles bunched as his blood began to boil.
    Not good, Fuller. Bad form .
    Joe wasn’t the jealous type. Never got possessive.
    Take it or leave it. Easy.
    He glanced at his watch and frowned. “You don’t have other plans for today?”
    “Nothing I can’t adjust.”
    Good . Every single one of his muscles flexed in anticipation. Within two minutes of her kissing him, he’d been ready to break into her building and fuck her on the lobby floor.
    She had no idea what she could do to a guy.
    He was going to teach her. He had six lessons. Already his mind was spinning ahead, dreaming up situations and scenarios in which he could tease her, how he could encourage her to ask for what she wanted, the things he could show her how to do…
    Rein it in . He nearly groaned.
    Because though this was what she’d asked for, for some reason he had this crazy noble angel whispering in his ear—to give her the space to be sure this was what she wanted. Because it still niggled. Had quiet, shy, good-girl Abbi really changed all that much? Or was it that he’d never really known her?
    This first lesson was going to have to be slow. All about anticipation and pleasure. Her pleasure. He’d prove to her that her body had been designed to perfection and that first up, all she had to do was enjoy it. He already knew she’d be a generous, willing lover, and he’d help her realize it in the coming lessons. He just had to survive this first.
    …
    Abbi’s arousal increased with every step she took. It was insane that just his proximity could do this to her. That and the knowledge that in a few minutes she was going to let him do whatever he wanted. Instruct her. Teach her. Take her.
    She could hardly wait.
    “Almost there.” His voice sounded husky.
    The last few minutes they’d been walking in silence—the occasional squeeze of his fingers around hers the only communication.
    Now Abbi heard the thumping, fast-BPM music as they rounded the corner. There was a chorus of “Hey Joe,” and she wanted to hide.
    His hand gripped hers all the more tightly. Curiosity got the better of her anyway and she walked in.
    His gym was a converted warehouse—a giant brick building. She’d had no idea it was so close to her own apartment. But she’d only been back in San Francisco for a couple of months and had spent most of that time getting her head around her new job more than the neighborhood.
    “It’s amazing. You converted this?” She stared around the massive space.
    Sure, it was a gym, but it had this kind of industrial chic about it. The exposed beams and brickwork were awesome and she looked at the cool little café right at the front with interest. But Joe kept her walking. Past the sleek but stylish reception desk, she could see a giant open-plan room with weights and equipment around it. There was a class going on now—a tribe of about ten guys and a couple of girls, powering their way through some