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“Yes,” he says, but he doesn’t say anything else.

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

“I feel like you need a lot more hands-on experience with me as your dating coach,” he says, his eyes boring into mine. “You obviously haven’t learned anything from me yet.”

“I don’t need you to tell me how to act on my dates. I never said I needed you to help me act on my dates. I said I needed you to help me find good guys to date.”

“Well, you’re obviously not listening.”

“Marcus is a good guy.”

“He seems really nice. That’s why he was practically trying to fuck you on the dance floor.”

“No, Brett, that was you trying to fuck me in your apartment.”

“You thought I was trying to fuck you?” He throws his head back and laughs like it was the most ludicrous thing he had ever heard.

“Really? What would you call it when you pushed me down on the couch with my ass in the air and thrust your cock against my pussy?”

My body shudders at the memory. The moment was hot, and I was more than happy to be a participant. In fact, I hoped we would go all the way, but I’m not going to tell him that.

“Seeing as you had on leggings and I had on shorts, I’d say we were simulating the act. Now,” he says, “if I’d pulled down your leggings and your panties and thrust my fat, hard cock into you, that would’ve been something else.” His eyes lower down my body and back to my face.

I burst out laughing and give him my most disdainful look. Brett really needs to be taken down a couple of pegs.

“What’s so funny?” His eyes narrow.

“I love that you think you have a fat, hard cock. Next thing, you’re going to tell me it’s the longest cock in the world, right?”

His eyes narrow as he stares at my lips. “You’re really daring me to take another step, aren’t you?”

“I don’t think I’m daring you to do anything.”

“We both know your panties were wet,” he says softly.

“I think what we both know is that your cock was hard.”

“I’m not denying it, but I could see the dampness between your legs, Rosie. I could smell your sex.” He leans his nose against mine and presses his lips against mine. “You were tempted by me.”

“I could go the rest of my life and not be tempted by you. I’m sorry to have to tell you that I’m an Oscar-winning actress. Or at least, I could be.”

“Sure,” he says, shaking his head. “By the way, your top is so fucking sexy.”

I gasp as his palm runs across my stomach underneath my crop top. He slips his hand down the front of my leggings and glances around.

“What are you doing?” I say, barely breathing.

He slips his hand all the way down under my panties and then stops. He gives me a questioning look, and I nod slightly.

“Don’t stop,” I murmur, loving the feel of his warm fingers.

I gasp as he runs his fingertips across my wet clit. His fingers rub me gently for a few seconds, and my legs tremble. I feel like I’m about to fall to the ground, but as quickly as they slid in, they’re out. I watch as he brings his fingers to his lips and slowly sucks on them.

“Just as wet as I thought you’d be,” he says softly. He licks his lips and takes a step back. “So, Ms. Rosie, what do you have to say to that?”

“Nothing, Brett.” I glare at him. “I don’t know what you were hoping to prove, but what you’ve just shown me is that you’re not as immune to me as I thought you were.”

“Excuse me? What do you mean by that?”