Page 67 of Love in Mission City

He groaned. “We can’t.” He wiped his brow.

I considered offering him my sparkly rainbow handkerchief.

“I…” He cleared his throat. “I haven’t made it to the pharmacy. Or the gas station.” He winced.

Only proof he likely didn’t have supplies in his house either.

I indicated the photocopier with my chin. “Good thing I’ve got plenty at home and remembered to come prepared.”

His gaze shot to the box of condoms and extra-large bottle of lube. He swallowed. “Uh, yeah, okay…”

I arched an eyebrow. “Is that ayes, I’ll fuck you,aplease fuck me, or ahelp, I have no fucking clue what I’m doing?”

A laugh burst forth from him. “Uh, I was married for a few years—I know how it works.”

“Then get the fuck over here and prove it.” I reached for the button on my trousers.

He strode across the tiny space in two strides, then placed his large, warm hand over mine. “Let me.”

I licked my lips.

With ease, he unbuttoned my pants and lowered my zipper.

I grinned.

With care, he lowered my pants and boxer briefs in one fell swoop.

As the cold air hit my bare ass, I giggled.

He palmed my cock.

I stilled.

For a man who mostly worked on a computer, I was surprised to find he had several calluses on the tips of his fingers. The friction that came when he stroked my cock elicited chills that went up and down my spine.

“You like that, baby?” He murmured the words into my ear as I pressed back against him, fitting his erection between my cheeks.

“I’ll like it even better if you fuck me over this photocopier.”

He tightened his grip on my shaft. “You need more?”

“Hell fucking yes.” I moaned when he ran his thumb over my slit.

“You going to make a mess on the photocopier again?”

Even just his words had me on the verge of exploding. “What do you think?”

“I think I can make you come just like this.”

“Please don’t.” That might’ve come out as a whimper. “I really need you inside me. Jesus, Knight, are you going to make me beg?”

He chuckled. “As much as I love you begging, I also want to be inside you.” He released me. The sound of him unbuckling his belt, lowering his zipper, and then the whoosh of his pants falling heedless to the ground reached me—ratcheting up my libido. He reached under my lavender-colored cotton shirt—that I’d chosen just for him—and ran his nails down my back. He wasn’t a manicure kind of guy, unlike myself, so the bluntnessdiminished some of the effect. Still, my skin tingled everywhere he touched me.

And, my cock plumped up nicely at the thought of what was coming next.

He moved behind me, and his erection brushed my naked ass.

“Anytime would be fine.”