Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I’m doing what I told her. I’m fucking her mouth. And damn, she’s hot as hell.
Saliva drips from her lips, creating a slick lubricant.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Your sexy lips feel so good around me. Perfect. Just perfect. Fuck!” I withdraw quickly before I explode down her throat.
She gasps in a breath.
“I need to come, but I want to come inside you.” I grip her shoulders and bring her to her feet, turn her around, and slide her sweats and panties over her hips before nudging her onto the bed. Her sweats are around her knees, so she can’t spread her legs. Exactly as I want her. She’ll be nice and tight.
I thrust into her.
“Damn, you feel perfect,” I groan. “So good.”
She gasps as I thrust once, twice, three times—
“Fuck!” I propel into her, plunging in as far as I can. I slap one cheek of her ass as I release.
Into Skye I pour every frustration of this day.
Kay Brown and the Babbler.
Gone.
Elise and Benji and how I wish I could do more for everyone in their position.
Gone.
The horrific volunteer who my mother got fired.
Gone.
And Skye. Little Skye, lost in the cornfield, helpless as she ran into a scarecrow.
Not gone, but at least I can deal with it as I leave the stress of this day behind me.
As I bury it all inside the warmth of this woman.
I stay locked inside her for a few moments, breathing heavily, my eyes squeezed shut as the waves of euphoria crash over me and nudge all the unpleasantness away.
Skye doesn’t move or speak.
Finally I pull out.
Then—
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”
I look down at my naked cock and gasp, my heart racing. What have I done? How could I be so irresponsible?
She looks over her shoulder. “What? What is it?”
“I forgot the damned condom.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Skye swallows audibly, and then she flattens her full lips.
Yeah, she’s freaked out, too.
She turns over, pulls her sweats and panties back up, and sits on the bed. “Do I have reason to worry?”
“Not from me. I get tested every three months.” Physician’s orders. I’m always careful—present situation excluded—but my doctor knows that I engage in scenes at a private club, and she insists on the testing. I can’t fault her logic. She’s the expert.
Do I think Skye has herpes or HIV? Of course not. But she’s a woman of child-bearing age who carries a condom in her purse, which could mean…
“Every three months? Whatever for?” Then she clamps her hand over her mouth.
“Because it’s good policy, Skye, that’s why. What about you?”
“I’m good. Clean.”
“That’s not what I’m concerned about.”
“What’s the problem, then?”
“Pregnancy. I don’t want a kid. You carry a rubber around in your purse. Does that mean…?”
“Extra protection. I’m on the pill.”
I heave out a sigh of relief. Still naked, I sit down next to her. “Thank God.”
She lets out a nervous laugh. “The good news is we don’t have to use condoms anymore.”
“I always use condoms.”
“Why? If we’re both clean, and I— Oh.” She presses her lips together.
“Finish what you were going to say, Skye.”
She inhales and lets out a stream of breath slowly. “I’m not the only woman you’re sleeping with, am I?”
“This week you are.”
The words are true, but I know how they must sound to her. Though I desire Skye more than I have any other woman, I’m not ready to say that she’s the only one. I’m not sure there is a “one” for me. I have specific tastes, and I don’t expect a woman to put up with me forever. I’m not wired that way anyway.
But this…
I never forget the condom. I treat my sex life the way I treat my business life.
A sexually transmitted disease or an unwanted pregnancy would intrude on my lifestyle, so I minimize the chances of either of them occurring, just as I minimize the chances of any chink in my business armor as well.
Silence for a few more seconds. Then—
I turn to her. “That’s never happened to me before.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve never forgotten to put on a condom.”
I’m still naked. I should get dressed. But I’m finding it difficult to move. What does forgetting the condom imply?
Already I know the answer to my own question, even though I can’t let myself begin to contemplate it. To do so would entail admitting something I’m not ready to admit.
Except I don’t need an admission, because I already know.
It’s inside me, a part of me—something I can no longer deny.
Yes, I desire Skye more than I have any other woman. Yes, I find her a challenge. Yes, I want her to give up her control to me, to submit to me.
All that is true.
But there’s more. So much more that I didn’t plan on.
“Did you enjoy it?” Skye asks.
Is she kidding? I can’t help a huff. “Not using a condom? Hell yeah. You felt amazing.”