“Sounds like your man does.”
“If he knows anything, he won’t say a word. I would stake my life on it.”
She was so sincere, I almost believed her. Almost. But the problem with believing people who were sincere is that it got your world fucked up.
“Well, let’s hope you’re right.”
“I am,” she said. “So, now that that’s out of the way…”
I shook my head. “We’re not going to do this.”
She shrugged. “Why not?”
“Because it’s not a good idea, Lyric.”
“I disagree. I think it’s a great idea, Lincoln.” She rose to her feet and hopped toward me. I sighed and closed the distance between us, reaching for her so she didn’t fall. “It’s just sex, Doom. A little fun. Two gorgeous people in the prime of their life gettin’ a little. We can end it anytime. No harm, no foul.”
“Don’t want to hurt you, Lyric.”
She slid her hand under my T-shirt. “No harm, no foul, Lincoln.”
Lyric
HIS MOUTH COVERED mine again, and I slid my hands under his T-shirt and up his muscular back. Oh my god, I wanted to breathe every bit of his essence into my body.
Breaking the kiss, I gripped his vest. “I really, really want to give you a blow job, but I need your help to do it.”
He raised an eyebrow, his eyes growing dark. “I don’t have any condoms with me.”
“Well, where are they?”
“In my room.”
I bit my lip. “Take me to your room.”
He squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck.”
“Please.”
He cupped my face. “You really wanna do this?”
“Yes.”
He stroked my cheek. “Can you maneuver stairs?”
“Slowly, but, yes.” I nodded toward the desk. “Bring the tequila.”
“Is that a good idea?”
“I’ve only had Tylenol today, so it’s a very good idea.”
He grinned, handing me my crutches, then grabbing the bottle of tequila and my bag. “We’ll go slow.”
“Okay, but only if you promise we’ll go fast later.”
He studied me for a second. “You’re gonna be a problem, aren’t you?”
“If you’re lucky, yes.”
