Page 59 of Badd Baby

I wormed away from him. "Need to pee."

I did close the door, if only so I could freak out properly in private.

Duncan Badd was a sex god.

His cock was divine.

His hands were clever and talented.

His tongue was devilish and wild.

His body was perfect.

How many times did he make me come, just now? Four? Five? I lost track. Some of them seemed to be almost an extension of the previous one, each building on the one before.

I've never come so hard I cried.

Sex has never felt so fucking good I couldn't even breathe. God, I'm still breathing hard.

I finished peeing, wiped, washed my hands, and then stared at my reflection. "You're not falling for him," I ordered myself. "It was just sex."

Just the most mind-altering, world-tilting, body-wrecking sex of my life.

"It was a one-time thing,” I told my reflection. “A fluke. It can't always be that good."

Can it?

Fuck. Now I need to know.

We're sharing this room through tomorrow night. My flight leaves at ten the day after tomorrow. We can have all the sex until then. I can test the question until it's time to leave: can the sex with Duncan continue to be that good?

Thank god—when I exited the bathroom, Duncan was asleep and snoring.

I snagged the robe from the bathroom, wrapped myself up in it, and tiptoed with my phone out onto the balcony.

I texted Lindsey: 911! Need to talk. NOW.

She hit me back immediately: Call, text, or IRL?

Me: What's your room number?

She was on the same floor as me, but at the other end. I took my phone and a keycard and snuck out of the room and then scuttled to Lindsey's room.

She let me in, hiding behind the door as I slipped past her. She was naked, and several vibrators were scattered on the bed, one of them still lit up and humming.

"I'm…interrupting something?" I said, smirking at her.

She shrugged. "No, I’m done."

I pointed at the rogue vibrator. "She's not."

"Oh, shit. My bad." Lindsey turned it off, scooped up the various devices, dumped them in the bathroom sink, and slipped on a robe. We sat on her bed together, and she clapped her hands. "So. What's the 9-1-1?"

I grabbed her hands and squeezed hard. "I'm ruined, Linz."

Her eyebrows flew high. "Oh dear. You fucked him, didn't you?"

I nodded slowly, my eyes wide. "Oh lord, yes."