Harley bursts out laughing.
She falls on her back, her feet kicking the bed.
I grab hold of her ankle. “You think that’s funny?”
She lifts her body and rests it on her folded arms. “I can just imagine the Roy Kent of hockey blushing because of a little smut.”
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes. “Had it not been for that Daddy Navy SEAL, I would’ve never come up with that line.”
“You’re a fast learner.”
“Is DD/LG your thing?”
“I like…” She bites the inside of her lower lip.
I squeeze her ankle. “Talk to me. “
“Role playing is such a turn on.”
Noted.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have admitted that.”
“Why not?”
She shrugs. “Maybe it’s too much for my fake boyfriend to handle…”
“Maybe it’ll help your fake boyfriend give you more of what you need.”
We stare at each other for a beat.
I trail a finger inside her thigh until I reach her still slick pussy. “Time for you to sit on daddy’s cock––” My hand freezes in place. “Fuck.”
“What is it?”
I’m cock blocked.“I don’t have any condoms,” I say. “I was in such a rush to get you back to my place, I didn’t even think of protection.” I wanted this woman so much, all rational thinking went flying out the window the moment my lips touched hers. I let out a long breath. “Talk about mood killer.”
She places a hand on top of mine. “It doesn’t have to. Let’s get dressed and we can go buy some.”
I wiggle my finger, beckoning her to me.
She leans forwards.
I do the same.
I nibble the side of her neck, just under her ear, and she tilts her head back, demanding more. “I like the way you––”
My ringtone blares in the room and a second phone rings somewhere in the house.
I pull away from her, and our eyes lock onto each other’s.
She arches a brow.
“Whoever it is, can call back,” I say.
She nods. “It’s probably my bestie. I can call her later.”
Both ringtones go silent.
