“Know where I’ll start.”
He cupped her breasts, squeezing, pushing them together.He leaned in, opening his mouth in an inhale on the swell.
“Those are D-cups,” she said, tipping more of her daiquiri into her mouth.His teeth dug in deep, the gentle suction grew more powerful.“I get your obsession with my breasts now.All those supermodels from your past would barely fill an A-cup collectively.”
He slurped his mouth free, though his tongue wasn’t so quick to depart.It trailed to the edge of her top.“I date underwear models too.”
“Playmates?”
“Back in the day,” he said with a semi-shrug.“I can make a call if you’re interested in a career change.”
“Are you kidding?I just got a promotion.Where are we on that raise?”
“Want the house?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen all of it yet.”As he drew the straps of her top down, she stretched her shoulders back, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.“Why have none of you wealthy bigwigs put money into developing contraceptives for men?”
“It’s a woman’s responsibility.”Pig.“You don’t want to have a kid?Either protect yourself or keep your legs closed.”
“And if a man doesn’t want children?”
“We’re biologically driven to spread our seed.It diminishes our manhood to limit our fertility.”
“You’re a dick.”
She gulped down some more of her daiquiri.
“With a dick,” he said, taking her glass to put it on the coffee table.
And this guy thought that meant, what?That he was in charge?
“One that doesn’t rule the world.You can’t just go around doing whatever you want, ruining women’s lives for the sake of a few seconds of pleasure.”
“A man has a right to make decisions about his progeny.If a man’s generous enough to put a child in you—”
“Generous enough?”she said, grabbing his shoulder to shove him back.
He groaned in deep ecstasy.“Temper, temper, baby.”
Riling her was his favorite hobby.“If a man wants to make the decisions,” she said, grabbing a handful of his hair, “he first has to take the decision to control his seed.If we had male contraceptives—”
“The long-term effects could have a bearing on our later fertility.”He dared her with a brow arch.“Would you deny a man his right to ever have a child?”
“Any new drug requires study to prevent negative side effects.Instead of delving into the more responsible course, you prioritized Viagra research.”
“Personally?I didn’t.It’s not something I need and I’m not in pharmaceuticals.No one consulted me on that decision,” he said.“You know who is in the medical field?Your friend at work.Maybe lay this on him tomorrow.”
She sighed, mocking in her disappointment.“You sow the seeds of discontent…”
“Why would I do that?”he asked, fondling and kneading her breasts.“Your ire’s mine.Your indignation.Your incredulity.I prefer it focused on me.I’m the only man who can keep you under control.”
Is that what he was doing?Because she was the one with her fingernails in his scalp.“You’re a masochist.”
“Only if it turns you on,” he said, ducking to kiss one breast then the other.
“I must be one too.I keep showing up.”And her fingers loosened, combing up into his hair again.“Our friendship.Our rules.”
“Mm hmm,” he said, kissing the corner of her mouth.
