“Not when they’re working, no.” I move toward the bathroom but she catches my hand.
“Landon. I’m protected from pregnancy.” She shows me her arm, pointing to a small bulge under the skin.
Holy mother of God.
She wants me to fuck herbare.
Like she’s fucking mine.
And maybe she is, because I’m going to do it.
Because this thing with us has been different since the moment I first laid eyes on her.
“So…no condom?”
“Unless you think you might have something you could pass on to me.” She pauses. “Or you’re worried about me and?—”
“Stop.” I put a finger over her lips. “You were given a clean bill of health at the hospital and it’s been years since I’ve had sex without a condom. Probably a decade.”
Her eyes widen slightly.
Then she smiles again, a shy, sweet, inviting smile, sprawling out on the bed and crooking a finger at me.
There’s no universe where I don’t follow and crawl over her.
“Am I too heavy?”
“No.” Her voice is thick with arousal. “I like it. And Landon?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m not fragile. I don’t want soft or restrained. I want the real you. I want…Grim.”
My heart skips a beat. It’s like she knows me on a level that goes deeper than friends or bodyguard/client or even lovers. I haven’t really shown her theGrimside of me but she appears to know all about him.
And she wants him.
Me.
Both of us.
“You sure about that?” I ask, positioning myself between her legs.
“Absolutely.”
I drive into her with one firm thrust and watch her eyes roll back in her head.
I’m not small and some women are intimidated, but not Allora. No, my strong, gorgeous, resilient client-turned-something-more isn’t even a little bit intimidated. In fact, she wraps one leg around my back and tilts up her hips, taking me deeper.
This time I’m the one who moans, loud and deep.
“Fuck, baby, your pussy was made just for me.”
“I know.” She leans up and kisses me. Hard and needy, tongue swirling with mine like there’s no tomorrow. And I kiss her back even as I stroke into her, my body moving with hers. She’s tight and wet and squeezes around my cock just like she did my fingers—and it’s even better.
She seems to love digging her fingers into my hair because she did the first time we kissed, then when we were kissing earlier, and she’s doing it again now. Well, if that’s her thing, it works for me.
Until she drags her nails down my back.
