Ronin moved his mouth to her other breast. The wax pulled at the tender tip as he removed it with his mouth. Then he groaned and his focus was on her nipple.

The grinding rub of his hand, his sucking mouth, his labored breathing, and the intense attention he lavished on her coalesced into that perfect moment. The orgasm hit her from all sides, setting off a throbbing in her ni**les, clenching in her pu**y. Even him pulling a fistful of her hair added to the erotic sensations bombarding her.

She couldn’t quit gasping until that moment when the pulses ended, the roaring in her ears faded to a dull whoosh, and her body quit trembling violently.

Stu-fucking-pendous. She’d never come like that. Not in twenty-eight years. She never knew she could come that powerfully. She’d begun to believe the awe-inspiring orgasm claims women made were a myth.

Not a myth with Ronin Black. He’d made her come that hard without his mouth or his cock, or even his fingers directly on her pu**y.

The man had ninja sex skills too.

“I like that smile,” he said with amusement.

“You put it there.”

Ronin teased her lips and dragged his fingertips across her lower belly. “So I did. Hang tight for a second.” He brought her upright and disappeared into the tiki hut bar.

Amery watched his movements as he crossed the deck of the pool. He grabbed something off the counter and turned around.

That’s when she noticed the bulge in his pants. A big bulge. She kept her eyes on it as he settled across from her. Then she met his eyes.

“Yes, my c**k is doing a steel post impression right now. That’s how you affect me.” He followed her jawline from side to side with the tips of his fingers.

“Do you want me to do something about that?”

“No. It’ll pass.” He kissed her again. “We’ll test your boldness with that another night.”

She laughed, mostly because this sexual teasing felt right between them. “Okay.”

He bent forward and breathed on her chest, a hot wash of air that made her skin tingle. His touch as he peeled the wax away wasn’t clinical, but highly sensual. His fingers stroking her skin and his soft mouth placing a tender kiss in the spot before moving to the next dot.

Amery closed her eyes, turned upside down by this man. Maybe part of her worried this was a practiced routine with him, but if he’d wanted something in return, he would’ve taken her up on her offer to alleviate his hard-on.

Then he said, “Done.” He kissed her again while he slipped her bra back into place and as he adjusted her shirt and rebuttoned it. He rested his forehead to hers. “You know I want you to stay tonight, right?”

“I do. And you know I would if you asked me. But I understand that’s not in the cards.” She didn’t push—for some reason he was sending her home. If he wanted her to know why, he’d tell her.

Maybe this Zen thing was contagious.

“I’ll walk you down to your car.”

He’d do it regardless of whether she argued with him, so she didn’t bother.

Ronin rose to his feet and helped her up. “You’ll be in class tomorrow night.”

Not exactly a question. “I imagine.” She cocked her head and looked at him. “Unless Sensei says otherwise?”

“No. You will be in class tomorrow night,” he repeated. But he said nothing about what happened after class.

Amery took one last look around the garden before they got on the elevator.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be here again. Sooner, rather than later.”

That was enough for her, for now.

CHAPTER SEVEN

GOING through the security checkpoint at the dojo still seemed weird even after Ronin had explained the reason for it. Molly had seemed more nervous for the second class than for the first.

Amery took her aside before they joined their classmates. “Mol, what’s going on?”

“I feel like such a klutz in this class. Everyone else got the basics last week. I know we’re moving on to more advanced things, and what if I can’t do them?”

This constant reassurance was exhausting, and frustrating for Amery, because it never seemed to stick with Molly. Still, she wouldn’t give up on her. “What if you can do every technique on the first try and everyone in class is jealous of you?” she countered.

Molly bit her lip. “I never thought of that.”

“We’re here to learn. You’re wrong if you think this stuff comes easily for everyone else.”

Sandan Zach clapped his hands. “Okay, ladies, let’s get lined up and warmed up.” He checked out Amery’s attire. She couldn’t help giving him a little wave that she was in the proper uniform tonight. She wasn’t sure, but he might’ve rolled his eyes.

She’d forgotten to ask Ronin why he required this class to wear uniforms. Made more sense if they wore street clothes to learn the defensive techniques since they wouldn’t always be in nonrestrictive clothing in the real world.

Amery and Molly ended up in the back of the class again. The warm-up consisted of kickboxing moves, focused on keeping a defensive stance while throwing punches. A few push-ups, jumping jacks—which surprised her because they were old school—side stretches, and a minute of running in place.

Before they could catch their breath, Sandan Zach said, “Everyone grab a partner, not the same partner you had last week. We’ll drill what we learned last class.”

Amery didn’t have to look at Molly to feel her panic. Luckily the young woman in front of her, around Molly’s age, snagged Molly for her partner. Amery watched as her classmates partnered up. With the odd number of students, she was left without a partner.




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