Page 100 of The Work Wife

“Wow.”

“Cindy gave it to me for a bachelorette gift.” She shrugged.

“Remind me to thank her when we get back.” He moved to pull her against him, but she resisted, holding him back with her hand. She wanted to stop? He couldn’t stop now. He’d beg if he had to.

But she was only holding him off so she could undo his pants. He took the opportunity to unbutton his shirt and shake it off. When he was down to his boxers they stared at each other.

“Is it weird?” he asked as he watched her chest heaving for air in that bright blue bra.

“It feels like it should be weird, but it’s not.” Her gaze moved up and down his body.

His lips pulled up on the side as he reached for her. She came eagerly into his arms, her skin pressing against his. She squealed in surprise when his cock lurched against her.

Smiling, she looked up at him.

“Do you have a condom?”

The smile fell from his face, taking hers along with it.

“No. I didn’t think I’d need one. I was with you, and there was no way I was going to pick up someone else during a couples’ retreat. It’s just rude. Even if we were only pretending.”

“I appreciate it.” She nodded and bit her bottom lip. He knew that look. She was coming up with a plan. “I’m on the pill.”

“I know.” He saw her take it every morning at eight thirty when her phone buzzed to remind her. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since Yasmine.”

“I’ve been checked since Parker.”

“Parker.” He sniffed his usual disapproval and she smacked him lightly in the arm. Had he disapproved of all her past boyfriends out of jealousy? He gave the thought the moment it deserved and decided that wasn’t the issue. She just had a habit of picking some real losers.

If there were ever two people who knew they could trust each other, it was Jamie and him. He remembered her telling him her results when the nurse called. He also knew she was a stickler for using condoms, despite the oral contraceptives. At least she had been. Now she was moving closer, with intent clear in her sultry brown eyes.

He had never been with anyone without a condom. His stomach fluttered with excitement. The fact that it would be with Jamie made it even better somehow. They trusted one another completely. Maybe even more than people who were actually married.

And now they were about to move into the next level of their relationship.

* * * *

Jamie smiled as a fog of lust encircled her, making the moment seem like a dream. Except she’d never dreamed of having sex with Weston. Her subconscious had known he was off limits.

She’d thought him handsome, and yes, he was sexy, but she didn’t have sexual fantasies about him. It seemed futile.

Later she might find the time to be disappointed with her subconscious for being so limited. But right now, she was caught up in reality.

She was kissing Wes. Without her noticing, he’d unclasped her bra in the back and it fell down her arms. She quickly tossed it away, and while she was bent over she slipped off her panties too. There was no reason to be self-conscious in front of Wes. He knew pretty much everything there was to know about her.

They’d talked about sex before. How she hated when guys looked up at her expectantly from between her thighs, as if she were supposed to pat them on the head and tell them they were doing a good job.

Even if she was nervous about her body, the way he’d looked at her would have fixed that. He studied her like she was some kind of goddess.

She knew she was curvier than the women on television, but she remembered Wes once telling her how women worried for no reason. Once a woman was naked in front of a man, he was blind to any imperfections she thought she had.

He’d insisted that any body was perfect when it was a naked body.

Knowing he had no reason to lie to her, she felt completely free to press her breasts up against his bare chest. Slowly she moved her hands from his neck to his shoulders. Down his arms to his hips, where she could slip her hand under the waistband of his boxers. She changed direction and took his hot length in her hand. It pulsed against her palm, but she gripped it tighter, earning a moan from Wes.

“I want you so much,” he said, his voice rough. “But we have to make sure—”

“It doesn’t have to change anything between us.”