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“I’m surprised Kira Solace doesn’t come prepared at all times.”
I laugh nervously. “Well, spur-of-the-moment sexcapades aren’t as common in my life as you may think.” I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose for emphasis.
Orlie laughs, running his hands up my thighs. I haven’t worried he might drop me for even a second. He is strong and steady. “Well, you don’t have to worry because I actually – um – I had a vasectomy a couple of years back. So… Yeah. You don’t really have to worry about the pregnancy thing.”
There goes that weird moment earlier when I was watching him in the kitchen, thinking about his little family. I suppose there are many other ways to make a family, but the fact he got his tubes tied makes it seem like that’s a thing he firmly wouldn’t want.
“And I’ve been tested. Recently.”
“Same. Me too. I’m clean.”
“Great.”
“Great.”
And with all the nitty gritty out of the way, the depravity commences once more.
Orlie switches us around again, propping me up on the edge of the counter. His hands tickle at the waistband of my shorts. “God, I want you right now…”
“Have me right now, then.”
“You sure?” He leans over me until I have no choice but to lay back on the kitchen island. “You won’t think less of me for taking you in the kitchen?”
“No, if anything, it makes me excited how badly you want me.”
Orlie has never looked more relaxed in his life as he stands before me, a sly smile on his lips and his eyes half-shuttered with lust.For me. He rips open the closure on my shorts and pulls them down, leaving my bottom half almost completely exposed except for my underwear.
“Believe me. Ineedyou. Badly.”
I sigh.
“And…” Orlie pushes my T-shirt up and presses a kiss to my belly button. “For the record…”
“Yes?” I say, starting to squirm.
He continues a line of kisses down to my thighs. My center is aching for his lips and he knows it. And just before he finally gives me what I’m after, he meets my gaze, eyes sparkling. “I love your glasses.”
That’snotwhat I was expecting. So much so that I start to laugh; the laugh is cut short when Orlie runs his tongue along the seam of my vulva. I buck without warning. He wraps his arms around my thighs and starts to caress my pussy with his lips, eating me like I’m some delectable dessert.
I slide my fingers through his hair and moan out his name.
Orlie’s tongue dips out of me and again licks me stem to stern, engulfing my clit in a tense band of pressure.
I gasp for air, my back lifting off the marble countertop. “Fuck, you can’t – you can’t –”
Orlie tears his mouth off me. “Can’t? Should I stop?”
“No, no, it feels so good. Too good.” I sit up and take off my glasses to rub my eyes.
Orlie puts his hands beside my hips. “Kira…” he whispers, mouth near my ear. “You deserve to feelamazing.”
Who is this man and what has he done with my robot of a boss, Orlie Wynters? Has this been brewing underneath the surface of our relationship all along? Or does he just know the right things to say?
Orlie kisses my temple. “I’ll stop if it’s too much.”
“No, no, don’t stop,” I say, grabbing onto his collar.
His face shifts toward mine. Lips coated in my essence.
