LOVE BIRDS (New Update*)

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Aditya’s weight settled between Ayesha’s legs. Icy coldness dug into her
belly, jolting her back to reality. Metal. His belt buckle.
They’d fallen off track. What were they supposed to be doing? She called
up the list in her head. Hand jobs. It was time to learn hand jobs.

He trailed kisses to her neck, leaving her mouth free for talking, but by
that time, she couldn’t remember what she’d been about to say. His teeth
scbangd her skin, and shivers cascaded over her body. Her nipples tightened to
the point of hurting, but warm palms soothed them. He flicked his tongue at
one tip before he drew on her again, making her toes curl.

A rough hand skated down her stomach and slipped beneath the waistband
of her panties. his fingers caressed her slit with bold strokes. He was touching
her there. Right where she needed him to, She only responded
like this when she was alone, and never with this intensity.

“Ayesha, you’re drenched.” With each syllable, his lips grazed her stiff
nipple. A hot exhalation gusted over her hungry flesh before he closed his
teeth around her and bit with care.

Her body clenched hard, clenched even harder when he pressed a finger
deep, filling her. He massaged her clit with lazy swirls of his thumb, and she
started trembling. He licked her tortured nipple back into the heat of his
mouth, and that was all it took. She climbed quick and sharp toward release.
And it scared the hell out of her.

She clawed at his wrist. “Stop, stop, I’m not ready.”
As he pulled away, she dug her heels into the mattress, propelling herself
to the far side of the bed. She hugged a pillow to her chest to hide her
nakedness. Its coolness helped to dampen her arousal, and she took deep
breaths. The impending orgasm retreated.

Aditya’s face was a mask of slack-jawed incomprehension as he
considered her. Her cheeks burned, and shame weighed down on her chest.
She had to be the worst client he’d ever had. When he lifted a hand, panic
spiked and she backed up farther.

He dropped his hand. “Ayesha, calm down, I won’t . . . touch you. Not if
you don’t want it.”

She clutched at the pillow. “I know. I’m sorry. I just . . .”

“What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing.”

His eyebrows rose in patent disbelief.

“I’ve never orgasmed with another person,” she confessed.

He parted his lips, shook his head, started to speak, shook his head again.

“Does that mean you’ve never . . . at all?”

Her face burned so hot, if she had been wearing her glasses they would
have fogged up. “I have. By myself.”

“You don’t like it?” he asked in bewilderment.

“No, I do.” 

She exhaled a tight breath and sifted through her thoughts,
trying to structure a coherent explanation. 

“I just feel safer experiencing that alone. 
And I’ve had sex before—very bad sex. I spent the time watching as
the men grunted and sweated and heaved over me.

 To be honest, it disgusted me. I wanted the sex to bring me closer to someone,
 but it only made me feel more distanced. I don’t want to do that to you.”

“Not even close. I was right there with you, loving it.”

She made an exasperated sound. “I’m paying you to say those things.

Well, you think that’s what I’m paying for. That’s not what I want.”

“Do I look like I’m disgusted by you?” He waved a hand in the vicinity of
his hips, where an impressive bulge strained at the zip of his pants.

She pursed her lips as she kept silent. If she spoke right now, chances were
high she’d say The Wrong Thing. He was a seasoned escort. His body
probably took commands like a show dolphin.

“You think I’m a liar.” A predatory light shone in his eyes, and he crawled
over the wrinkled bedcovers toward her.

She backed up reflexively.

And fell off the bed.

As she rubbed at her head, he peered at her over the side of the mattress.

“Are you okay?”

Her throat clogged with embarrassment, and all she could manage was a
curt “Fine.”

He assessed her ungraceful, ground-crumpled form for a long moment. 


“I think we should call it a night.”

She leaned against the wall and hugged her legs to her chest. The
unchecked boxes of the lesson plan weighed on her, but she needed to
understand and untangle all the emotions clashing inside her head before she
could move forward. “Do you mind?”

He shook his head. Without a word, he stood, pulled his shirt back on, and
did the buttons. She swallowed a protest as he covered up skin and muscle
she’d been too preoccupied and rattled to properly appreciate.

After he put on his shoes and shrugged into his suit jacket, she
remembered something, jumped to her feet, and retrieved her tablet from her
purse. “One second.” It was difficult to cue up the page while one of her arms
still held the pillow to her front, but she eventually managed and handed him
the tablet.

“What’s this?”

“Could you sign up for an alternate phone number, please? I think it’s a
good idea to be able to contact each other during the week if we need to. For
logistical reasons.” In case he wanted to cancel things. “I spoke to customer
support at the agency and suggested they develop some kind of anonymous
texting program, but in the meantime . . .”

A funny smile touched his lips as he considered the glowing screen. “You
gave me your real number. I’m surprised you’re not expecting mine in
return.”

“This is better for you, right?” Because it was definitely better for her.
Once lessons ended, neither of them wanted her calling him over and over
just to listen to him hanging up on her. She couldn’t see herself acting so
desperate. 

But she’d never been obsessed with a person before, either.

Not that she was. Yet.
His facial expression was difficult to read as he said, “It is better for me.
Thank you.”

He fished his phone out from his jacket pocket and tapped through a series
of screens on both gadgets. After a few moments, a vibrating sound emanated
from her purse.

“Done,” he said with a smile.

“Perfect. Thanks.” She forced her lips into an answering smile.

He took a step toward the door before he paused. “We should do
something new next Friday. I could take you out.”

Her heart squeezed. “Out?”

“Maybe dancing? Drinking? At a club? I hear there’s this new place in Bandra . . .”
“I don’t dance.” And she didn’t drink. And even though she’d never been
clubbing, she was certain she didn’t do that, either.

“I can teach you. It’ll help with lessons when we get to them later in the
evening. Trust me.”

Trust.

This was the second time he’d told her to trust him. What would he think
if she told him how difficult it was for her to do things like dancing and
drinking? Going out was supposed to be fun. For her, it was work—hard
work. She could interact with people if she wanted to, but it cost her. Some
times more than others.

In this case, was the reward worth the price?

“How will it help with lessons?” she asked.

“You think too much. It’ll help get you out of your mind, make you relax.

Also, I’m really good at dancing. We’d have fun. Are you up to it?”

She told herself it was the idea of getting out of her mind—whatever that
meant—and checking boxes on the lesson plans that decided for her. But that
was only a small part of it.

The biggest part was the eager sparkle in Aditya’s eyes. He wanted to go,
and he wanted her to go with him. It was like a date. But not, of course. She
knew it wasn’t a date.

“I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to dance.”

“Does that mean you’ll go?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

She lifted her chin and nodded.

White teeth flashed as he smiled. “Great. I’ll make plans and keep you
posted. Looking forward to it.” He leaned down and pressed a fast kiss to her
cheek before he left the room.

Ayesha bolted the door and sank onto the bed in a daze. These were
supposed to be simple sex lessons. Why was it getting so complicated? Why
had her body betrayed her? And why did she want to please Aditya so badly
she’d go clubbing for him? Who was she? She didn’t know herself anymore.