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Patrick kisses his way back up to the corner of Kat’s mouth, the feeling of his crooked smile hot on her skin. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
Kat’s cheeks are flushed, her breaths scattered. “Where did you learn how to do this?”
“The porn career, obviously.” Patrick laughs into her mouth.
It took a while for Kat to open up to him. He thought too much about Joey—the things he didn’t do, the things he did that made her shut down. Patrick was willing to wait as long as she needed, but he also wanted to teach her what sex could be. What she’d been missing out on. Something that didn’t have to compromise who she was and what she believed in.
She likes it now—at least that’s what Patrick has reason to believe. His head between her thighs, Kat’s fingers pulling at his hair. How his accent tells her to come and it’s the only time she listens to him.
Kat hides her face in her hands. She tries to turn away from him, but Patrick holds her still, hands on her wrists.
“You’re cute when you giggle.”
Kat knees Patrick in the stomach, strong enough to make him say, “Ow! C’mon. How do you have enough energy after that?”
“I run purely on spite.”
“And lapping me.”
Kat scoffs. “It’s not my fault you’re slow.”
He slides himself on top of her and lifts the sheets over them. Into the crook of her neck, he whispers, “I can show you fast if you’d like, girlie.”