Trust Me, I'm An Expert!

Octavia hired Rebecca to sharpen her edge with men. What she didn't know was that Rebecca built the whole program just to bring women into bed with her. Rebecca moved quiet. First the clothes got shorter, tighter. Then came the practice—hips cocked, back arched, mouth parted just enough. Finally the slow dance, her hand sliding low on Octavia's waist until their bodies touched with every breath. Their eyes locked. Octavia felt heat rising. Rebecca leaned in, lips parted. Octavia jerked back. "Should we really—" Rebecca smiled, calm. "Trust me. I'm the expert. And kissing is half of dating." Octavia bit her lip, thinking. The logic clicked. It was just a kiss. How far could things really go?