I shook my head. "Thank him," I said. "Chlamydia's abitch."
He tapped the papers. "You'll notice that I don't have that either. Now that I've confirmed I'm disease-free and the picture of good health, I'd like to get back to the task at hand." He dragged his gaze between my legs, then lifted my thigh and arranged it over his shoulder. "If you don't mind. Or do you need a background check? Maybe a bank statement? Hmm? How else can I apologize and make this greedy little cunthappy?"
A breath whooshed out as a fresh burst of heat sparked in my veins. I dragged him closer, forcing his face between my legs. It was rough and bossy, and he chuckled against my folds as he licked. The test results tumbled to the floor when his fingers curled inside me—just where I needed them—and his tongue lashed my clit with newfoundpurpose.
In my mind, I saw him over me, thrusting into me, taking me as he had last weekend. And I wanted all of that, even if a small voice kept telling me to proceed withcaution.
My back bowed away from the wall and everything else fell away. I was spiraling down, falling and falling and falling, and I still hadn't hit bottom. Rocking against him without concern for how brazen it looked. Moaning and begging and crying out. His name was a slow but frantic chant on my lips as my orgasm spun out of control, twisting and rolling through my core like an avalanche of heat. He didn't stop, didn't let me hide from anyofit.
"I can't, I can't," I whispered, slapping a hand against the wall as the fire burnedthroughme.
"I know you can," Riley said through agroan.
He squeezed my ass—hard—and his fingertips walked down my crease. His touch was firm and certain, and those strange new sensations were enough to set off another round of explosions. I was coming again, grinding on him like it was the only thing Icoulddo.
Time slowed as I dropped my head back against the wall and my eyes fluttered shut. Riley stood, bringing his arms around me and his mouth to mine. I tasted myself there. He leaned into me, his erection nudging mybelly.
"How was that?" he asked, his words a little shy as he ducked to kissmyneck.
"You make me want everything," I admitted. "Things I don't evenunderstand."
Riley's laugh vibrated against my skin. "Take me to thebedroom,Aly."
A cocktail of feel-good hormones tingled behind my breastbone. That nickname, it was powerful. It offered entry to a secret world, a place where only Riley and I existed, and we could be anything wewanted.
I crossed the small living room on wobbly feet, and Riley followed. He tugged my zipper down while we walked. The dress was off and flying over his shoulder when we stopped beside the bed. My bra followed and there I was, naked save for my boring beige heels while he gazed at me in his three-piecesuit.
Those fucking vests were dangerous. They made me lusty and irrational. It was as though he required that extra layer to contain the beast that howled right below thesurface.
"On the bed," he ordered, his fingertips coasting from my clavicle down to my cleft. He circled my clit and then dragged his hand up, painting me with myarousal.
I kicked off my shoes and kneeled on the quilt, trying my damnedest to move with some semblance of grace. I patted the space beside me, needing to feel more than his heavy-lidded stare. "You, too," I said. "Or do you need someassistance?"
His brow arched and a smile broke across his lips. "I like it when you watch," he said, his hands popping the buttons on his vest. "Your eyes drive me wild. I look at you and I barely keep myself from ripping yourclothesoff."
My fingers covered my lips as he whipped his tie free from his collar. He cast it aside as if it had insulted his mother. His shirt was next, then his belt, though it all flashed at once like rapid-fire snaps until nothingwasleft.
His trousers and boxers hit the floor, and the movement sent his erection slapping against his belly. It made a heavy sound, like an apple breaking free from a grocery store display and hitting the linoleum tile with an ominousthump.
A gasp slipped from my lips when I caught sight of his cock. It was magnificent. I would know. It wasn't something I listed on my résumé, but I was a cockconnoisseur.
Perhaps the proper term was erection elitist because limp dicks didn't interest me in the least. Though my pursuit was neither medical nor academic, I approached this work with the type of scholarly devotion only Tumblr and sketchy internet porn could offer. I had a well-fortified reserve of the hundreds—maybe thousands—of gorgeous bits and bobs I'd admired from the safety of faceless accounts and secret pinboards.
Such was the life of a cock-hungry girl on a man-freediet.
"You could do some damage with that thing,"Isaid.
He dragged a fist down his length, twisting over the crown and then shuttling back to the root. The way he stroked himself was hypnotizing, and I imagined myself lurking in the shadows of his bedroom while he found his pleasure. I wanted that, and all the other hidden sidesofhim.
"Would you like a closer look?" Riley asked, a laugh rumbling in hisvoice.
I blinked, suddenly aware that I wasn't gazing at a lifeless screen but this man, naked and hard and waiting forme. I'd remembered the feel of him from last weekend, but little else. It'd been dark and we'd been drunk, and this was the first moment I was really seeing him. And he truly was magnificent. Thick and long, and standing tall like a freakingflagpole.
"Or would you rather a taste?" he asked, stepping closer. He ran his finger along the line of my jaw and tipped my head back, sliding his cock against my lips. "The way you're looking at me, Honeybee, it's like you want somethingdirty."
This was the type of erection that demanded a scrapbook in its honor, and I might just be the woman tomakeit.
I gazed up at him, nodding. "MaybeIdo."
