That was what this was, right? Just one night to get this out of our systems. This was me scratching an itch a decade in the making. Besides, Donovan hadn’t promised me anything beyond tonight. So why did the thought of only having this one night with him fill me with melancholy?
I didn’t have long to consider the answer because in the next breath, my second orgasm ripped through me. I cried out, my eyes pinched shut as waves of pleasure washed over me.
“I love watching you fall apart,” Donovan said, and my eyes fluttered open. He brushed a damp tendril of hair off my face then cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. There was no way I’d ever get enough of this man. I was kidding myself if I thought I could ever be content with only having him just this once. I needed more. I wanted everything.
“I need you inside me,” I admitted, the words coming out as a demand. A sly smile tipped up the corners of his lips.
“Greedy girl,” he said in faux chastisement before sliding open the shower door and retrieving a condom from the edge of the sink. “I’ve already made you come twice,” he reminded me before tearing the foil wrapper open with his teeth. For some reason the action was incredibly sexy, and my stomach clenched with anticipation. “And now you want my cock, too?” he questioned, rolling the condom down his shaft. I fought the urge to start panting like a dog in heat as he slowly slid his hand down his impressive length.
“Four times,” I corrected playfully, referring to the orgasms he gave me in my bed.
“That’s right,” he agreed as though he’d forgotten. “Let’s see how many more I can wring out of you before you pass out from exhaustion.”
12
DONOVAN
Emily’s eyes flared, and the molten look she gave me had me nearly ready to bust. I’d have to calm myself down so I didn’t nut the moment I thrust inside her. I was determined to give her a night she’d never forget since it was probably the only time this would ever happen.
There was a strong possibility I’d be moving back to Boston early next year. When I left years ago to attend college in Virginia, I had no intention of staying. But then I fell in love. Not just with the area, but also with Angela. Every plan I had went up in smoke when I met her my senior year. I was already struggling with the prospect of leaving my friends and the life I’d built here behind. Then she crashed into my world, and I knew there was no way I could go back. I got a job and signed a lease. For two years, I built my career and nurtured my relationship with the woman I’d planned to spend the rest of my life with. And then, on the night before her college graduation, I found her in bed with her lab partner.
I was furious and devastated, and I wanted to run back to Boston to lick my wounds, but Vance talked sense into me. I couldn’t just abandon my life here because of a broken heart. So I stuck it out, took a long overdue vacation, drank lots ofwhiskey, and vowed to never fall in love again. And I’d held firm to that for fifteen years. Looking into Emily’s eyes as I moved inside her made me wonder how much longer I could keep that promise to myself if I stayed. Was it worth giving up my dream job in the city I grew up in on the off chance there could be more between us than just great sex?
I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. It was impossible to entertain the idea when I’d all but signed on the dotted line. I was just waiting on my predecessor to officially announce his retirement so I could slide into his position at our cybersecurity firm’s Boston branch. I couldn’t let anything get in the way of that.
“Donovan,” she moaned, tightening around me, and I was brought back to the moment. Emily’s eyes were closed in ecstasy, her mouth slightly parted as her heavy breaths whooshed past her lips. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Everything about her was absolute perfection.
I buried my face in her neck, breathing in her scent. It was sweet and warm just like her. I was so close to coming again, but I wanted her to cross the finish line before I got there, so I drove into her harder, relishing the feel of her inner walls fluttering around me.
“Come on, greedy girl,” I said, encouraging her to let go. “Milk my cock. Show me how bad you want my cum.” That did the trick. She shot off like a rocket, crying out and scraping her nails down my back. The sound sent me over the edge, and soon I grunted out my release.
We were both panting, our breaths mingling as our foreheads pressed together. The water was starting to grow cold, so I reached over and shut it off. Slipping out of her, I gently placed her on her feet. Her legs were wobbly, so I held onto her for a moment to let her get her bearings while hiding a satisfied smirk.
“You good?” I asked and waited for her nod before releasing her. I reached down and slipped the condom off but froze when something warm and wet slid over my fingers. I held the condom up to inspect it and felt a surge of panic when I saw semen leaking through a small tear.
“What’s wrong?” Emily asked, taking in the stricken look on my face.
I swallowed hard, fighting back the nausea churning in my stomach before I could speak. “The condom broke.”
13
EMILY
Shit. This was not good. I stopped breathing for what felt like a full minute as I blinked up at him in shock.
He cursed under his breath before hanging his head. “I’m sorry,” he said and I nodded, bringing my arms up to wrap around myself. A shiver wracked my body as the heat from the shower began to dissipate. Donovan quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me, apologizing again.
“It’s fine,” I said, trying to keep my tone light and calm. It wasn’t fine. I was trying not to freak the fuck out.
Donovan tossed the condom and rinsed his hands before grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist. He led me out of the bathroom and guided me to the bed, sitting on the edge. I followed suit, lowering myself onto the mattress next to him and picked at the edge of my towel, unable to meet his eyes.
“I’m clean,” he rushed out, and my gaze snapped to his. “I get checked routinely and I haven’t… I don’t… It’s been a while,” he said with a wince.
Oh.
“And I’m always safe,” he assured me. Then he stood and began to pace. “I don’t know what happened,” he continued, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I’ve never had onebreak on me before.” He was spiraling, and I was worried he’d give himself a panic attack. I stood and reached for him, placing my hand gently on his arm. He halted mid stride, and his wild eyes lifted to my face.
“I’m on birth control,” I informed him, and his shoulders relaxed fractionally. “I haven’t been with anybody in a long time.” His brows pinched in confusion, and he tilted his head thoughtfully as though trying to work out a puzzle. “What about Josh?” he asked hesitantly.
