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“Apologizing about your body is ridiculous. Please don’t ever do that for me or for anyone else, okay?”
“Avery, no offense, but I don’t give a fuck about your friend. I’m hitting on you. Am I not being clear enough?” I rub her thigh where I squeezed. “Or are you not interested?”
“I technically did ask a question, but here’s how the next five minutes are going to go. You’re not going to speak. I’m going to talk to you. I’m going to strip you down and point out all the things I love about your body. For five minutes, you are going to just enjoy a man, who you think fucks like a porn star, worshiping you. How’s that sound?”
“Avery, listen to me. You’re beautiful. You’re worthy. Don’t you dare let any man treat you like garbage. Don’t let any man tell you you’re lacking. If he doesn’t see you as sexy, he’s not using his eyes.” He hooks his finger around my chin and guides my view so I’m looking into my own eyes. “But confidence starts with you. A man is going to treat you how you treat yourself. So please, for the love of God, act like a fucking queen.”
“No, baby, that’s a lie. That’s not where you want them. You want me to eat your pussy like I’m starving, don’t you?”
“If a man doesn’t give, he doesn’t get. End of story. Don’t waste your time on selfish assholes.”
“All I want to do right now is rip off that dress, get you soaking wet for me, and then bend you over. You have no idea what’s coming for you tonight. But I can’t fuck you if you’re drunk.”
“So it doesn’t turn you on when I make every excuse to touch you in public? When I turn down every other woman in the room and keep my eyes only on you? It’s not sexy when I’m willing to break a man’s jaw for thinking he has a chance with the beautiful woman who showed up on my arm?”
“Spread your legs, Avery. I’ve been a gentleman all night. It’s time for my reward.”
You should be earned every day of your life. Don’t ever let any man make you question that.”
“Real beauty isn’t loud and demanding. It’s subtle.” I tuck a loose strand of her rich, dark hair behind her ear. “Men look past you because you represent what they’re scared of. Palmer’s the kind of attractive you enjoy for the night. You have the kind of beauty you worship for a lifetime.”
I found the fuse. All this girl needs is a little reassurance. For someone to actually give a shit about what they can give to her versus what they can take. That’s all it’ll take for her to ignite.
“Your body type is damn lucky. Blessed in all the right places.” He traces an hourglass figure in the air with his hands. “Natural and tender and soft. Your body makes me want to curl up next to it, day in and day out. I don’t know what type I’d call it—just know that it’s my favorite type.”
“And another lesson for you, Queen. Say no every now and then. Just because you can. Make him wait. Make him work for it. It’ll make a man fucking feral for you.”
