In one decisive motion, I slid back my chair and stood from the table. Jordy just watched me as I approached him, victory lighting up his blue eyes. He knew he’d won. It hadn’t even been a competition. I was never going to refuse him.
But maybe I could still find a way to turn the tables.
When I stood in front of him, I held out my hand like I was offering to help him out of his chair. He accepted it, clutching his too-small robe to his body with his other hand as he stood.The moment he got his feet under him, however, I yanked him toward me and dipped to throw him bodily over my shoulder in a fireman carry.
“Hey,” he shouted as he pounded his fists against my back while his legs dangled in front of me. “You brute. Put me down.”
As he flailed, I kept him steady by wrapping one arm around his waist while my other arm pinned his legs in place. The short robe already left his legs bare, but in this position, it rode up even higher so that nearly his entire ass was exposed as well. I couldn’t resist pinching the tender flesh at the crease where ass and thigh met, and the pounding on my back stopped as Jordy yelped in surprise.
Even though Jordy was smaller than me, the body of a grown man was still a significant weight, and I appreciated the strength of my own physique as I turned and strode for the bedroom. Every hour I’d put in at the gym was worth it now that I was able to carry him without too much effort.
“You said I perform under pressure,” I said as I kicked the bedroom door open. “Well, this is me performing.”
Jordy ramped up his struggling, nearly kicking me in the chest. I would have worried that my rough handling was actually distressing him, if it wasn’t for the laughter I could hear him fighting to suppress.
“I said I wanted sex. I did not ask to be... despoiled.”
Carefully bending down, I flipped Jordy back over so that he landed squarely on the mattress, then crawled overtop of him. My knees bracketed his hips, and my hands planted next to his head so that I surrounded him on all sides.
“Despoiled?”
He just shrugged.
“I read it in a romance novel.”
I buried my face against his neck, pressing kisses against the skin there that still retained some heat from his shower. “What else did you read?”
“Well, —ah,” he gasped when I bit his throat. “The heroine was really concerned about getting pregnant. I don’t think that’s a problem for us, although we should still use something. Do you think they have condoms here? The bathroom had plenty of other supplies?”
I relinquished his throat to glance around the room. Knowing the full-service nature of this hotel, there probably were condoms stashed away somewhere. If he wanted, I could go find them, but I’d never been fond of them.
“Wait here,” I said, tapping his bare leg, which was hooked around my waist. “I have a better idea.”
Stepping away from the bed for a moment, I quickly retrieved my phone before rejoining him.
“What’s this?” he asked when I showed him the screen.
“My most recent medical records.”
He glanced between the screen and my face a few times, eyes wide with shock.
“And you just... just carry this around with you?”
It was my turn to shrug.
“I prefer to be prepared.”
“Of course you do.” With a sigh, he let my phone slip from his fingers, and threw his arm over his eyes. “Well, that’s great for you, but I’m not that prepared. I can promise you, I’m clean, but I don’t have any proof to show you.”
My phone had done its job, so after storing it safely on one of the nightstands, I reclaimed my place overtop of him. “No need. I already know.”
He gripped my shoulders, and stopped me before I could press my face against his neck again. “You do? How?”
“The recovery center you were at required regular health check-ups, and I’ve seen all that paperwork. Your last one was just a few weeks ago. Between the two of us, you’re more up to date than I am.”
For a moment, I thought I’d made a blunder, reminding him of the recovery center he’d lived at for two years. Surely, those weren’t pleasant memories. Plus, even if he didn’t mind thinking about the recovery center, the reminder of why he needed to be there in the first place would almost certainly be a mood killer.
Yet, Jordy just cocked his head to the side as he thought for a moment—unintentionally giving me even better access to his pale throat—before smiling.
