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“I don’t have sex.”
I blinked.
She didn’t have sex. She hadn’t had a pelvic exam and wasn’t on birth control, which meant–
“You’re a virgin?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even. Professional.
And my dick down. Mallory Mornay wasn’t just the leading star of my every fantasy, but also hadn’t been touched. God, the thought of her on her knees, looking up at me seeing a dick for the first time–mine–and asking me what she needed to do to satisfy me had me instantly hard. I grabbed the laptop, slammed the lid down and held the thing in front of my crotch.
If Mallory saw how hard I was, she’d lose her shit, and rightfully so. I could lose my job or my license or–
“I’m not a virgin. I had sex once. I was sixteen. It’s not in there.” She looked pointedly at the laptop. No way in hell was I lifting it to read back through her history to see if she was telling the truth. She was. Why would she lie? And she was doing a shit job if she was. “I didn’t tell Dr. Robinson because it didn’t go real well.”
She looked at her hands in her lap.
I dropped back in the chair… carefully and kept the laptop in front of me. “Did he hurt you?” My voice was low and deep usually, but now? It came out almost a growl.
I’d find him and kill him.
Her head whipped up, pale eyes wide.
She tucked her long blonde hair behind her ear, clearly flustered. “No, I mean, it hurt because first time and all, but he just… God, he stuck it in twice and then popped out and came in the condom. He wasn’t even inside me for more than three seconds.”
If the guy had also been sixteen, it was a realistic scenario for a first time. Zero control and Mallory’s untried pussy? I was impressed he was a two-pump chump instead of only one. The fact that he came just kneeling between her thighs was something I was starting to understand.
And I wasn’t a horny teenager either. Hell, I was a horny thirty-something, which made me… what? Desperate? Weak?
Doing some more math, that fateful event was eight years ago and all she got was in and out, in and out? It didn’t sound like he got her off or any kind of pleasure.
That was worse than her being a virgin. A gorgeous woman like Mallorynothaving sex? It was a travesty. I had so many questions, but they weren’t professional. Or medical.
“Then you wish to have birth control now because you are going to have sex.” It was a deduction, but I knew I was accurate. She said she’d come in and see Dr. Robinson when she was ready. Which was now.
She nodded. “Yes. Like you said, I want to protect myself. I donotwant kids. There’s a guy, a teacher at the high school with Bridget, and I’m going to have sex with him.”
Like hell she was.
4
MALLORY
I metBridget on the sidewalk outside of the yoga studio. A chilly breeze blew down the street and I shivered. The snow from the storm the week before was gone, but fall had definitely set in. Her cheeks were all flushed and I wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or if she just came from a different kind of exercise with Mav.
The bitch.
I loved her, but her happiness made me grumpy. She was getting some and I definitely was not.
The scent of garlic and marinara sauce made me hungry enough to skip our friend Aspen’s class and hit up her brother’s pizza shop instead, but I wasn’t telling Bridget that. She didn’t like yoga and I practically forced her to show up. I had news and I wanted to share.
Mallory was in yoga pants, a thick puffy coat and hat. Her worn running shoes were on her feet and she had a disgruntled look on her face. “You know I don’t like yoga. And I ran five miles this morning.”
See?
“Go–sh, how about some cheese with that whine?” I asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the studio’s door. I wasn’t going to tell her I wasn’t as motivated as I let on.
“Mmm, cheese,” she said, practically moaning as she lifted her nose in the air like a bloodhound.
“Yeah, cheese. I love cheese, too.”
