Getting Lucky. Avril Tremayne

smiled. “Pfft.”

      “Pfft?”

      “Three orgasms is for amateurs. Let’s make it four.” He turned her to face the bed. “You want to talk positions? This is how I want you. Go and lie facedown across the bed with your hips at the edge.”

      Her hands went to her zipper. “Should I—?”

      “Leave your clothes on. We’ll do this first orgasm fast so you can relax.”

      Romy went to the bed and took up the position Matt had instructed her to take, her heartbeat now at a gallop. Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God, this was going to happen, it really, really was. She was about to find out why all those girls had followed him all over campus, why so many women since had put their lives on hold waiting for him to come back to them even though history told them he’d never do it. She’d know the secret to being the one for him, and she didn’t care