"Life is unfair."
"Then let's fix that."
I reach for his belt, and he lets me unbuckle it, unbutton his slacks, slide them down his hips along with his boxer briefs.
And then he's naked too, and?—
Oh.
He's beautiful. All of him. Long and thick and?—
"You're staring again," he says, amused.
"You're stare-worthy. Very stare-worthy."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment."
"You should."
I wrap my hand around him, and he makes a sound low in his throat that's pure need.
"Harper—"
"Yes?"
"If you keep doing that, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast."
"We can't have that."
I release him, and he makes a sound of protest that makes me smile.
"Tease," he mutters.
"Learned from the best."
He positions himself between my legs, and I can feel him there—hot and hard and right where I need him.
"Wait," he says suddenly.
I blink up at him, dazed. "What? Why are we waiting?"
"Do you—" He stops. "Should I—do we need?—"
"Victor Kade, are you having trouble forming sentences?"
"I'm trying to ask if we need protection."
"Oh." I mentally run through my calendar. "I'm on birth control. And I haven’t been—I mean, I got tested after my divorce, and there hasn’t been anyone since.”
“Same. Regular testing. Company policy for executive physicals."
"Of course you get tested as part of executive physicals."
"It's very thorough. They check everything."
"That's very responsible."
"I'm a responsible person."
