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had the last five years combined.
But none of that mattered as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She couldn’t believe how her body reacted to him. Couldn’t believe that with just one kiss, he could stoke the fire of need and desire once more within her. Her body craved him, yearned for him, and, whether her brain could make sense of it or not, would let him have her again.
He was hesitant. Never before had he been so tentative with his touch. His fingers lingered gently, and his lips were soft.
“I won’t break, you know,” she said.
“I’m just very much aware of what I’ve put your body through. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She chuckled. “And here this whole time I thought that’s what sadists did.”
“Yes,” he said, with a smile in his voice. “But only in the good ways.”
“I promise if you get to be too much or I’m too sore to continue, I’ll let you know. But for right now, I want you.” She let her hand drift to his waist. “Please, Sir.”
He held her tight and rolled them so she was on top of him. “Yes, but this time, you ride me.”
She might have been on top, but there was no doubt who was in control. He held her hips tight, allowing only so much leeway. She wanted him hard and fast, but he had other plans.
“Stop fighting me,” he said, after she unsuccessfully tried to impale herself on him all at once.
“But, Sir,” she whined.
“Patience, Lynne.”
She blew a hair out of her face and sighed.
“We do this my way or we go to sleep. Which is it going to be?” he asked.
He was serious about the sleep thing; she saw in his eyes that he’d have no problem whatsoever in doing without more sex tonight.
“Your way, Sir.”
“Very nice. Can you say it with a little bit more enthusiasm?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, then, I’ll have to see if I can get you to be enthusiastic another way.”
She had no doubt that he could, probably with little more than a crook of his finger. But he kept his hands firmly on her hips, easing her down onto him ever so slowly. Her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head, because, dammit all, there was something to be said about going slow and taking your time.
Before it had happened so quickly, she didn’t have time to appreciate the feel of him claiming her. Or enjoy the way he filled her up so completely. Inch by inch, he took his time, and when he was finally situated fully inside her, she moaned with bliss.
“Now, that sounded more enthusiastic,” he said with a smug grin on his face, though his voice was a bit strained.
“You’re going to make me a fan of taking my time,” she said.
He didn’t answer but, holding her where he wanted her, began to move in a rhythm that was almost enough, yet not quite. She started to complain, but the intense look of his expression told her that wasn’t the best idea.
She relaxed her body and let him take control. It was better that way anyhow. He sensed her surrender, and only then did he speed up. Just a little.
“So much better when you follow me, don’t you think?” he asked, and then, as if to prove his point, he thrust up into her.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied in a half yelp, half moan.
“Patient girls get rewarded.” His expression wasn’t so much intense as it was downright devious.
“How’s that, Sir?” she asked, almost afraid to find out.
“They get fucked.”
And with those three words, he held her suspended above him and began pounding into her. All she could do was hold on, enjoy, and let him take what he wanted from her.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He was panting now, his punctuated words a testament to both the strength and control he was exercising as well as what it cost him to do so.
“Oh my God.” She nearly came as he hit a new sensitive spot within her. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes,” he said. She wasn’t sure why he allowed her to come so easily, but she wasn’t going to argue. Her climax rocked her body, and still he didn’t stop, driving into her over and over. A second orgasm hit and was so intense she closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a silent scream.
She didn’t remember Simon coming, but he must have because when she opened her eyes, she had collapsed on top of him and he was breathing heavily. It was only then that she noticed the wet spot.
Had he not used a condom, or had it broken?
“Uh, Sir?” she asked.
“Ummm?” He didn’t move or open his eyes.
“I think the condom broke.” There was no doubt in her mind that that was what had happened; she was all sticky between her legs.
His eyes flew open and he sat up. “Shit.”
Now that he was more visible to her, she glanced down and saw nothing. Her heart pounded as she processed everything.
“Dammit.” She hopped off the bed. “You didn’t use a condom, did you?”
He ran his fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe I did that.”
“Me either.” She stomped to the bathroom to clean up, ignoring his calls for her. He banged on the door, but she’d locked it.
“Lynne!” he yelled through the door.
“Just a minute.” She turned on the water and looked at herself in the mirror, not recognizing the woman she saw reflected there.
What was she doing? Is this who she was? Just running around jumping into bed with anyone? Part of her knew she was being ridiculous. Simon was the only man she’d slept with in who knew how long. But the fact that she’d been so out of it that she hadn’t realized he didn’t use a condom shook her.
She had to put some distance between them so she could regain some control. To that end, she took her time in the bathroom, brushing her hair and cleaning her teeth, and she felt much more calm and collected when she stepped outside.
Simon, though, looked like shit. He sat on the edge of the bed and stood up as she emerged. She noticed he’d slipped on a pair of shorts.
“I’m sorry, Lynne,” he said. “I promise I’m clean. I can give you the reports tomorrow. I have them at home.”
She shook her head. “It wasn’t only your fault. I was there, too. I should have made sure you used one. I’ve never been that out of it before that I didn’t notice.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes, thank goodness.”
He could only nod. She couldn’t get over how scared he looked. Was it the possibility of pregnancy, or something else?
“I’m completely exhausted,” she said, and it wasn’t a lie. She could tell she was finally coming down off the high she’d been on for most of the day. “I’m going to sleep in the other room.”
He didn’t argue with her, but let her go after she promised she was okay. She couldn’t explain it, but once she crawled under the covers, she started to cry. Not wanting Simon to hear, she buried her head in the pillow until she’d cried herself out. Even then, as tired as she was, it took a long time for her to go to sleep.
Chapter Ten
Simon felt like the world’s biggest ass. How the fuck had he forgotten a condom? Even when he was a horny teenager, he’d never forgotten a condom. He’d told her the truth—he was completely clean, and since he’d never had unprotected sex before, that hadn’t changed.
