He smiled and I almost lost my breath. It was the first time I’d ever seen him smile and it was absolutely magnificent. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he helped me up the stairs and down a long hallway to a large wooden door. He unlocked it and pushed it open, flipping on a light and helping me inside, then kicking the door shut before kissing me again.
“Are you clean?” I asked.
“Yes. Are you?”
“Yes. I have the proof in my bag.”
“Seriously?”
I nodded. “I brought it…in case.”
“Well, if we’re gettin’ all that shit out on the table, I’ve got mine as well.”
We exchanged information, while taking a few sips from the tequila bottle, then I said boldly, “Um, if you’re okay with it, I’d like no condoms.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Fuck me.”
“Yes, exactly.”
He met my eyes. “If that’s the case, we’re exclusive.”
“That sounds like a commitment, Lincoln.”
“I don’t share, Lyric.”
“Again, that sounds like commitment,” I pointed out.
“Well, then, what do you suggest?”
“How about we agree that you glove up if you decide you want to sleep with anyone else and I’ll do the same.”
His eyes danced with humor. “You’ll glove up?”
I smiled. “Yep. I’ll use a big ol’ female condom.”
“I can get behind that.”
“Good. Now, I’d like to wrap my mouth around what I’m sure will be an incredibly beautiful dick, so how about you strip and I’ll sit myself down in that chair over there.”
“How about I make you feel good first?”
“You will, provided you get your clothes off, pronto.”
“You always this bossy?” he asked, running a finger over my jawline.
“I was the youngest partner in my law firm, so, yes.”
“Yeah? Were you also the bad girl of your class? You like to role play, Angel? How about I be opposing counsel and show you my briefs?”
“I’d rather you be the judge, so take out your gavel and get to banging.” I waved a finger toward his dick. “Now, free the peen.”
He chuckled, removing his vest and throwing it on the bed before pulling off his T-shirt.
“Wait,” I demanded, and crooked my finger. “Come closer for a second.”
“Lyr—”
“Hush.” I laid my fingers over his lips and his beard tickled my palm. “I just want to look at you.”
