“Well, crossing your arms in that shirt makes it impossible for me not to stare at your…tits.” She uncrosses her arms with a scoff and storms off.

“I think we need to work on your vocabulary tonight.” I follow her into the kitchen.

“My vocabulary is exceptional. I scored a seven hundred and twenty on my verbal SAT,” she touts.

“Congratulations, but that’s not the vocabulary I’m concerned about.”

She shakes her head at me.

“Say cock.”

“What? Why?” she asks.

“You need a reason?”

She crosses her arms and purses her sexy lips. When I lower my gaze to her tits again, she drops her arms with an eye-roll. Eye-rolls shouldn’t be sexy, but damn if Elizabeth Wilde doesn’t make them hot.

“Just say it to prove you can.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Say it.”

“I don’t want to.”

She’s being a brat. So, I push harder.

“Don’t want to or you can’t?”

“Are we eating dinner?” she asks.

“I already ate.” We aren’t fucking dating. She can make her own damn dinner. She pouts. Weird how we’ve already established a routine after only a week. “And don’t try to change the subject.”

“So what if I can’t say it? It’s not a big deal.” She turns away from me, a soft blush rising on her cheeks.

“Yes, it is. How am I supposed to teach you how to fuck if you can’t even say the word?” The light blush turns to a deep red as her whole body flushes.

“Fine. COCK!” she shouts at the top of her lungs before slapping her hand over her mouth. We stare at each other for a minute. I don’t know who is more shocked, her or me.

A chuckle rumbles out of my chest. “It’s a start.”

She smiles back with tight lips. I walk over to the couch and pat the cushion next to me.

“Sit down. We’ll start easy and work up to it, okay?” I give her a comforting smile.

“Okay,” she tentatively agrees as she sits down across from me.

“Repeat after me. Endowments.” I give her a devious smile and gesture to her chest.

“Endowments.” Snark drips from her tongue and I love it.

“Chest.”

“Chest,” she parrots back.

“Breasts. Globes. Boobies.” I ensure my face is stoic, as if I were giving an elocution lesson.

“Breasts, globes and boobies.” She follows easily.

“Good. Tits.”

“Tits.” Her voice is confident and clear.

Easy, tiger, we’re just getting started.

“Vagina. Lady bits. Snatch.”

She copies me without hesitation, although her nose crinkles at the word snatch, which is excruciatingly cute.

“Pussy.” I keep my eyes locked on hers. She doesn’t flinch.

“Pussy.” Her soft voice takes a sultry edge and I’m desperate to hear more dirty words from those full lips.

“Penis. Junk. Crotch.”

“Crotch?” She recoils from the word. “I’m never going to say crotch.”