Free Damage Control by Elisa Adams

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    â€œOh.”
    â€œThis is why I don’t want to talk about this now. I didn’t want to upset you.”
    â€œI’m not upset. Just surprised.”
    â€œWhy? Because I’m not the upstanding gentleman you thought I was?” His erection would have deflated had she not been stroking her hands along his lower abdomen. He had a feeling she wasn’t trying to upset either of them. She was fishing for information she was too quiet to ask for. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. If you want to make sure I don’t sleep with more than one woman at a time, the answer is no. If I’m with someone, I’m with only her, no matter what the degree of the relationship is.”
    At least most of the time. There were a few women he’d seen in the past, in his college days, who hadn’t cared if he was sleeping with someone else at the same time. Hell, there had been those two women who wanted to be with him at the same time . No way was he telling Andrea about that time in his life, thrilling as it had been for a twenty-two-year-old guy. She didn’t need to know everything about him. Even the closest of friends had their secrets.
    â€œWe okay?” he asked her, arching his hips again. “Because I have to say, if you keep touching me like you are, I might keel over and die.”
    That seemed to set her at ease. She leaned in to kiss him, long, slow and deep.
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    Andrea could have killed herself for asking him all those questions. Why now, of all times, had she let her curiosity get the better of her? It was bad enough that she’d confessed her ineptitude to him. Then she’d had to go on and badger him about his sex life.
    Apparently he’d been holding a few things back.
    Her timing could have been better, but it was probably a good thing she now knew what she was getting herself into. No way could she stay away from him. Claire had said it was only a matter of time. Claire, as usual, was right yet again when it came to sex. Andrea had had lovers, more than she could count on one hand, but she always deferred to her sister, the expert. She’d learned that quantity didn’t always equal quality. Most of the men she’d slept with could be interchangeable with each other. Different face, same old thing, time and again.
    The first night with Brian, when he’d put his mouth on her…she’d thought she’d come out of her skin. Tonight she’d wanted to return the favor. What had surprised her was that it turned her on to have him in her mouth, to see him lying there, so aroused. She’d been in control, and she’d loved every second. She’d never understood the draw of oral sex until she’d experienced the pleasure—both giving and receiving—for herself.
    Brian sat up and she helped him out of his shirt. His cock was so hard, a beautiful thing jutting away from his body. She was more than ready for him, her sex slick and hot. She leaned in and swirled her tongue over his flat nipple. He hissed out a breath. She knew he was on the precipice. She was, too. The only thing standing between them and ultimate satisfaction was her clothing.
    She stood and stripped, loving the idea of being completely naked while he was still half-dressed. The way his gaze heated and his nostrils flared told her he liked it, too. With a gentle shove to his shoulders, she pushed him back so his neck rested on the arm of the couch. He’d said he wanted her to ride him. This was shaping up to be a night of new experiences for her.
    She straddled him, aligning her folds with his cock, and started sliding back and forth over the hard length. Oh, yeah. She could definitely get used to being the one holding the power in the bedroom. She ground her clit against him, moaning at the pleasure shooting through her.
    â€œ Stop teasing. ” Brian gripped her hips and lifted her a little, fitting the head of his cock