Page 33 of Duty and Desire

“Pardon?” I lean back and pull her hands away so I can look at her.

“You heard me.”

“I did, but you can’t be serious.”

“Why would I lie about that?” She laughs without humor while shoving at my chest in an attempt to get me to move.

“Never? With anyone you’ve been with?”

“I’ve only been with one person.” She shoves at me harder. “I thought something was wrong with me.”

Fuck, it should not make me feel smug that the dick she was with couldn’t even get her off, but it does. That said, I know guys like him, and he probably made her feel like it was her fault when that’s the furthest thing from the truth.

“There is nothing wrong with you.” I grab her wrists and hold them against me while placing my face close to hers. “He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.”

“He said?—”

“There it is,” I growl, starting to get pissed. “I bet he said a lot of shit, baby, and we’ve established that your ex is an asshole.” I pull her up and over until she’s straddling my lap again, then grab her hips and hold her tight so she can’t get loose. “Fuck him, everything he said, and every lie he told you to make himself feel better.” I squeeze her hips. “You came easy for me.”

Her pupils dilate.

“I did?” She clears her throat, then whispers, “Is that a bad thing?”

“Do you feel how hard I am?” I lift my hips into hers, and her breath catches. “Getting you off turns me on. Knowing I can make you lose it so easily…” I shake my head. “I could become addicted to that, to making you lose it.”

“Oh.” She rests her hands on my chest, and I can tell from the look in her eyes and how her chest starts to rise and fall a little more quickly that she likes knowing that.

Taking my hand from her hip, I smooth it up her back and capture the back of her neck so I can use it to drag her mouth down to mine. The kiss starts slow, but it heats up fast. Her soft hand moves down my chest to under the top of my sweats, and my dick throbs as her fingers brush against the head. “Shit.”

“Is this okay?”

“Your hand on my dick is definitely okay,” I clip out, and she grins against my mouth as she wraps her fingers around my cock and pulls it out of my sweatpants before dragging her hand up and down the length.

“You’re so hard and so soft,” she whimpers.

“You keep fucking with me, baby, and I’m going to come in your hand.”

“Would that be a bad thing?”

“Since I want to come inside you, yes,” I growl, and her breath catches while her hand around my dick jerks.

“Do you have a condom?” she asks. I still because I don’t have one. It’s been months since I’ve been with anyone, and like an idiot, I thought that if I didn’t have any when she moved in, I could avoid this exact moment.

“No.” My jaw locks, and her eyes meet mine.

“I’m on birth control.” She holds her breath as she waits for me to respond, and I soften my tone as her hand stills.

“I love that you want to give that to me, baby, but we gotta be safe. I know you said your ex stepped out on you.”

“I haven’t been with him in ages and had a check-up since to get tested for everything.” Her hand stills. “Sorry, I don’t want to pressure you.”

“Pressure me?” I laugh. “You’re not pressuring me. You’re tormenting me.” I push the light material covering her sex aside. “I want to fuck you. I also want to do right by you.”

“Okay,” she agrees, and I move my eyes to the space between us, to her hand wrapped around my dick while my thumb moves over her clit, then down to her tight opening.

“We should stop.”

“We should.” She rocks her hips as I move my other hand to her ass and lift until she’s holding my cock in line with her pussy.