“Yeah, baby.”
“There’s a camera pointing directly to us. Please tell me it doesn’t work.”
“It works.”
“Oh my god,” I squealed, moving to climb off of him. “Are you serio—”
He held me tighter and laughed. “I turned it off, baby. It’s all good.”
I flopped against him. “You are a fucking evil, evil man.”
“Yeah, but I make you come more than once, so I’m also incredibly good.”
“This is true.” I grinned, kissing him quickly. “Lucky me.”
“We’re both pretty fuckin’ lucky in this regard.”
I stroked his cheek. “Love you, French Fry.”
“Love you more, Tater Tot.”
“Now, explain to me how I’m going to deal with no panties and your cum dripping down my thighs?”
Flash had taken a clean test two days after we’d first been together, so we’d been free of condoms pretty much from the beginning.
His tongue darted out, sliding across the seam of my lips. “I’ll help you clean up in the bathroom.”
I nodded and he lifted me off the bike, walking me to the bathroom behind the office. In the end, I stole his underwear from him, pulling them on and forcing him to go commando. I just couldn’t deal with wearing nothing under my skirt.
He turned the cameras back on, shut off all the lights before resetting the alarm, and locking up. We then drove home in sated bliss, showering before snuggling up on the sofa and watching a movie.
Flash
One week later, Tate walked out of our bedroom, a giant grin on her face.
“I haven’t given you an orgasm yet, Tater. You shouldn’t look this happy,” I said.
