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look…” she said, trailing off when I lifted a brow.
    She blanched, and blushed so sweetly I couldn’t resist kissing her.
    “It’s fine,” I said, lips only inches from hers. “Nice to know that you like what you see.”
    “I’m sure you’re used to attention,” she said, breaking my gaze.
    “Not from you.”
    I kissed her again, her mouth soft under mine. As I kissed her, she lifted her hands to my waist and rested her fingers against me.
    Sex, while enjoyable, had become routine, a way to blow off steam. But with her, it was an entirely new experience. Learning the things she liked, and the things she really liked, teaching her the same about me had been amazing. Like now, when, after stripping off her shirt and bra, I held her nipples between my fingers squeezing tight, almost enough to hurt, and then chasing away the sting with a quick swipe of my tongue.
    Having removed my own clothing and chased her into the bedroom, I lay back, cock straining at attention, arms behind my head, I watched her, waiting.
    “So smug,” she said, but as she spoke, she opened the small foil packet and then gripped my shaft, stroking up and down before she slid the condom in place.
    I’d learned she loved touching me this way, and I was rather fond of it myself. And I was even more fond of how much she liked to be on top. She centered herself above me, hand wrapped around my base, her gaze as avid as mine as I watched her watch herself as she settled over me and moved down, cunt swallowing my cock.
    We both sighed when I was fully buried, her weight on me, her walls around me leaving me no choice but to reach out and capture the generous flesh of her hips in my hands. She rolled her hips, her motions that erratic, experimental rhythm that always made me want to flip her and slam home again and again until we both reached a shuddering climax.
    I didn’t though, and instead let her set the pace, watched as she moved in an unpredictable pattern, slow and deliberate, pushing us higher and higher, until we reached our peak and came together, the gentle completion I reached with Ruby atop me more potent than any I’d ever experienced.
    ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
    Later, I curled around her, her body pressed against mine in the evening light.
    “So what are you taking classes for?” I asked.
    “Are you trying to manipulate me?” she asked instead of responding.
    I froze for a moment, my heart pounding, and then I asked, “Why do you say that?”
    “I’m somewhat…inexperienced, but I believe this qualifies as postorgasmic bliss, right?”
    “Agreed.”
    “So imagine how it looks, I’m here all relaxed and you take the opportunity to pounce, trying to pry answers out of me when I’m defenseless.”
    Her voice was lazy, light, but my already pounding heartbeat sped. She’d hit far closer to a wider truth than I was comfortable with, to make no mention of the fact that hearing her lay it out like that gave my actions a heartlessness and calculation that was as awful as it was true.
    She didn’t know that, though, and I still needed to keep up the charade.
    “Maybe I just want to get to know you?”
    “You’d be the first.”
    “Proof of how stupid everyone else is. So what are you taking classes for?”
    Laughter rumbled through her. “Fine. Nothing interesting, like I said. Just some business classes.”
    “Cool. Are you interested in business?”
    She shrugged. “I guess so. We did some economics in one of my high school classes, and I liked it well enough, thought for a time I could go to school and end up TV talking about it.” She scoffed. “But that wasn’t to be, so I figured a business degree was a good substitute.”
    “Why wasn’t it to be?”
    She looked over her shoulder at me and then shook her head. “I give an inch…”
    “I give the inches here, Ruby,” I said as I pushed my hips against hers.
    She laughed seemingly despite herself. “You’re so juvenile,” she said.
    I breathed out against her