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Slowly, he turns to face me. The skin between his brows pleats, and he holds up the box of condoms. “I’m tapped.”

I want to laugh, but he looks so serious. Leaning against the door frame, I cross my arms. “No point in me sticking around, then.” I shrug and fight hard to control my laughter as his expression morphs from alarm to distress to determination.

He lunges for me, picks me up, and wrestles me onto my back. The laughter I’ve been holding back bursts from me, making it impossible to fight back—if I wanted to, that is. Soon I’m driven into the mattress with Colby straddling my hips. “I can think of other things we can do without a condom.” Grinning, he sweeps his gaze over me. “I like you in my shirt, by the way.” His fingers deftly—and quickly—undo the top two buttons. “But I like you much better out of it.” A few more buttons go the way of the first, and he splays the shirt open and sucks in a breath. “Much, much better.” With a growl, he pins my wrists above my head and lowers his mouth. “Oh yeah. Come to papa.” He soon has me writhing beneath him.

I don’t think we’re going sailing.

Chapter 30

Down-Low

Colby

We’re not going sailing, and I feel kind of bad about that because I promised Jackie we would. The sky is tinged gray, and though the weather forecast looks decent enough, I’m a little hesitant after yesterday. And honestly? I found something else I want to do more.

Jackie.

I have her right where I want her—trapped beneath me—but she tells me she must use the head, so I reluctantly crawl off her and watch her walk away. She buttons the shirt as she goes. That’s okay, though. I’m good at unbuttoning it.

Damn, I am a man possessed. I can’t get enough of her, and it doesn’t escape me that in a few hours we’ll leave our blissful little bubble and return to business as usual. I’m not willing to let her go just yet, though. Tomorrow I’ll have to pretend this weekend was nothing more than a hookup—a hell of an intense one. No idea how she feels about it, but I’m not feeling a fling.

When she returns, I’m sitting on the edge of the berth. She rakes her fingers through her hair and smiles at me. I hop up, unable to keep from grabbing her bare ass under the hem of my shirt. She protests, so I drop my mouth to her neck and murmur, “Can’t help it. Your ass fits my hands perfectly.” I knead her flesh and tuck her in closer, rocking my erection against her.

“I thought you said my boobs fit your hands perfectly.”

I did say that. Sometime during one of my many mauling sessions.

I suck the soft skin on her neck, then pull back and flash her a grin. Wordlessly, I wheel her around, pop a few buttons, and skate my hands under the shirt where it gaps. “We need a scientific comparison to see how they stack up against each other.” I cup her bare breasts and play with them the way I’ve learned she likes.

With a long sigh—one of the many noises I love pulling from her—she leans her head against me and arches her back—once more offering herself to me. It’s provocative. Sexy as sin, and it not only fuels my arousal but stirs something deep in my gut.

“And? What’s your conclusion?” she rasps, breathy and low.

“Inconclusive. I need to conduct more tests.” I haul her onto the berth, strip off the shirt and my own shorts, ready to get down and dirty. “Testing is important and needs to be thorough.”

She blinks up at me. “What about your empty box?”

Oh shit. How did I forget that? “I’ll check my wallet.” Empty. “Or I could run to the convenience store.” Don’t want to leave her. “Or we could do other things.” I want to do those other things, but I want to end up inside her. “Or …”

She cocks a quizzical eyebrow. “Or?”

“I haven’t been with anyone in a while, and I tested after the last time. Clean.” I can’t believe what I’m asking for here.

Apparently, she can’t either. “I’m on birth control, and I tested after Randy. He was the last. But that’s beside the point. Are you sure I’m trustworthy? What if I’m looking for a baby daddy?”

“You’re not the type.” Do I hear myself? Do I really know her well enough to come to that conclusion?

She sprouts a cute little smirk I want to kiss from her face. “You’re awfully confident about that. I thought you guys were warned about unprotected sex being unsafe all the time.”

“Who says unprotected sex is unsafe?” I’m being ridiculous.

“Um, every Reddit post ever.”

“What’s Reddit?” Now I’m being more ridiculous. Also kinda desperate-sounding. Her teasing laugh tells me she agrees.

Guess I’m going to the convenience store—assuming she’s up for round number … Hell, I lost count, which isn’t like me. Normally, I’m a once-only guy because I’m heading out the door, which means I don’t have to count beyond one. But Jackie makes an overachiever out of me.

What if she’s not into me as much as I’m into her?