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I need to get my cock inside that. Inside its rigid cage, my cock straightened up to full stiffness. "This, young man, is a pussy. If you and I get through your training, this may be the only pussy you ever see. Pay attention. A woman's pussy is a very delicate and complicated instrument. I'm going to show you exactly how she works, what she wants, and why she cums." I thought: Pussy 101. I couldn't believe it.

I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

A figure stepped inside—a tall, muscular woman without a single strand of hair on her head. A black veil hid most of her face except for her fierce eyes. If not for the way her black uniform highlighted her curves, I might not have realized she was a woman at all. "You're the mastermind?" I asked. "I didn't expect you to be a woman." She raised an eyebrow. "Disappointed?" "More like shocked." I scrutinized her, examining every detail I could spot. "You don't smell like a Rogue. No, you don't smell like a wolf at all. You're not a werewolf."

Another sigh escaped him, this one edged in irritation. While he waited, he studied the Maddox woman. She was cute, doe-eyed, with a shy smile and svelte, but curvy build. And one of the most sensual mouths he’d ever seen, framed up nicely by the shoulder-length cut of her dark hair. She was also big-time brainy. The book she’d been reading was a veritable War and Peace, full of long strings of complex equations he’d seen as he wandered by casually, scoping her out.

He asked with a hint if laughter in his voice and I joined him too by laughing out loud "I understand what you mean and I really want to do that but I can't help the fact that I am shy and I'm afraid I'll say the wrong thing" I said softly and as expected it did the magic. If there was one thing I knew how to do , it was when to use the innocent and promiscuous woman energy on men because I knew that men both like their women innocent but somehow they also wanted them to know exactly what they were doing in the bedroom and they both had to be balanced because a lot of each one was a turn off and it was just insane to me.

Not after his first two had failed spectacularly. “What methods?” Jacob demanded. Then he added, “If they involve money, do not even bother. They will not work.” “They don’t,” Jason assured him. “I think you should try the methods in my girlfriend’s books.” “Books?” Jacob asked, sounding confused. “The male leads in her books have methods that always work with the heroine,” Jason supplied. “No matter how angry the heroine is, she always gives in. Maybe you can discover a few secrets.” “You want me to read romance novels to figure out how to deal with my wife?” Jacob asked, his tone suggesting he thought the idea ridiculous.

She had been so confined in Gillow’s world, isolated in the routine of their relationship, that she’d almost forgotten what it was like to talk freely. "Well," she admitted, "if not for you, he wouldn’t have let me fix my nails. Doesn’t that mean I’ll always have to depend on someone else speaking for me?" The woman shook her head. "No, no, no. Don’t see it that way, okay? This was just the situation. I’m an expert on the subject at hand. But if it’s another matter—say, at home, behind closed doors—the best way to handle men like him is not with emotions. Be calm. Be confident. State your view clearly. Men like him rule by control, but they also recognize when someone knows what they’re talk

“Without Dermos, she'd be nothing.” I laughed. “Honey, let me tell you something. If you think a man is the reason you're successful, you're doing it wrong. Want to know how to get benefits like mine? Learn to please a man in bed. Like, actually learn.” The interviewer blinked, surprised, but I kept going. “Step one: communicate. Don't be shy. Step two: take control sometimes. Step three: know what he likes. And step four: don't underestimate the power of lingerie.”

Let her wonder if I’ll make a move. I don't. Restraint can be as powerful a tool as action. She clears her throat softly, like she’s trying to shake something off. I turn another page. “You can ask.” “Ask what?” “What I'm reading. I know you're curious.” “Let me guess. Machiavelli? The 48 Laws of Power?” “I get enough of that kind of thing in my day to day. Don’t need to take it home with me.” “Hmm. A how-to guide for how to seduce and extort a woman?”