Apparently negotiations were over.

Knox stood and removed his shirt, slowly undoing the buttons as he tried to shift gears from playful to subservient. He let the shirt flutter to the floor.

Shiori snapped her fingers.

He lowered to his knees. She hadn’t said he had to keep his head down, but he did so anyway.

“Very nice.” She scooted to the edge of the couch and ran her hands across his shoulders and her palms flat to his pecs. “I have a thing for your chest. It’s so broad and muscular.”

Was he supposed to say something?

“What would you do if I stripped off my pants and spread my legs wide so you could see every inch of my pussy?”

“I’d do nothing until you told me to do something, Nushi.”

“Oh, you are a fast learner, my sweet. So I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. After I ditch my pants, I’ll lean back on this comfy couch and see how well you use that mouth.”

His cock went hard. He fought the urge to lick his lips. He heard fabric rustling; then her pants hit him in the face.

She pressed her bare toes against his groin. “You like this oral exam I’m giving you, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Come here and show me what you’ve got.”

Knox bit back a growl when he saw her pussy, smooth everywhere except for a small patch of hair on the curve of her mound. So pink and hot and wet. Then he had his hands on the insides of her thighs, opening her up so he could get at every glistening inch. A hard tug on his hair caused him to look up.

“I don’t want to come fast. Tease me. Make me beg.”

He’d make her beg all right. And then he’d make her scream. He gave her a feral grin. “You gonna let me bury my face in your pussy now?”

In answer, she released her grip on his head.

Rather than diving in, he decided to take her demand to the extreme. He acquainted himself with the insides of her thighs. First, featherlight brushes of his lips. Then soft sucking kisses. He wished he hadn’t shaved so she could feel the burn of his bristle on her tender flesh.

When Knox finally forged in closer, he closed his eyes and breathed in her musk. Nothing on earth compared to that intimate scent.

Except for that first taste.

He swirled his tongue inside her pussy, letting her juices flow into his mouth. Each time he went back for another taste, he buried his tongue farther inside her until each breath he took was full of her scent. All he could taste was her. All he could hear were her soft gasps.

He explored her folds, licking and nibbling on her hot flesh. From the way her hips jumped, he knew she liked it when he painted her slit in long, wet strokes. Next time he’d do that with his thumb as he used his teeth on her clit. He hadn’t touched that hot button yet, although he couldn’t hold off much longer. He wanted to kiss it and tease it, make it swell. Feel it quiver beneath his lips.

So he flicked just the very tip of his tongue across that sweet spot and returned to fucking her with it. A nuzzle here, a lick there, and whoops—another short pass of his tongue between her pussy lips to mix things up. He planted kisses across the denuded skin of her mound, letting his nose tease her lower belly as he dragged his mouth back and forth across that tempting patch of hair.

Shiori had started to bump her hips into his face, practically chasing his mouth to get him to put it where she most needed it.

Ask me. Beg me. Because, baby, I can do this all goddamn night.

After another round of lick, suck, bite, when he then blew on her hot and wet tissues, she finally gave in.

“Enough. Stop teasing.”

Knox lifted his mouth enough to say, “Beg me,” and then tickled her clit with his lips.

“Make me come.”

Not the begging he’d wanted, but her command was pretty damn hot. He said, “Yes, ma’am,” and latched on to that pouting little pearl, lightly tonguing it until the first hard pulse against his mouth. Then he sucked in time to the rhythm of her body.

She expelled a loud gasp that was as good as a scream.

Teasing her had the desired effect; her orgasm seemed to last awhile, and he stayed with her to the last slow pulse, wanting to gift her every bit of pleasure he could.

He pressed his mouth to her even after she went limp against the back of the couch. Even when his jeans were trying to cut his dick in half.

Then her fingers were stroking his hair. “Okay. You can back off now.”

“But I don’t want to.”

She sighed.

“So does that sigh mean I passed?”

“With high marks.”