Page 15 of Lovetown, USA

My frown is genuine. So is my confusion. “So I can only be romantic when I wanna fuck?”

She shrugs.

“Believe it or not, it was nice making you smile outside of the bedroom.”

She shakes her head.

“What’s your deal?” I say. “Somebody must have really broken your heart.”

Her eyes narrow. “You don’t know shit about me.”

“Hence, me asking the question.” I turn, angling my body to face her. “That cynicism didn’t develop in a vacuum.”

“I’m a cynic because I’m a student of the world. I know how this shit works.”

“You’re a broken idealist, Lane. And I know this because only idealists can be rocked this hard by disappointment.

That means you believed in something at some point.

You believed with your whole heart, and something or some one let you down.

It broke your heart, and you’ve spent every day since then self-medicating because the pain of that disappointment is still so acute for you. ”

She stares at me until I’m uncomfortable, but I keep my gaze trained on her eyes. They’re glassy now, and I know I’m right on target.

But then she says, “People have sex up here, right?”

“Yeah. But that’s not—“

She’s out of her seat and on my lap before I can finish.

“So then let’s do that,” she purrs as she runs her hands up my chest. “Let’s have fun like we usually do.”

“We can still—“

She cuts me off with a kiss.

And when she slides her tongue into my mouth, I give up the fight, forgetting all about whatever the problem was, if there was ever a problem in the first place. Just that fast, she has me right where she wants me, and I’m exactly where I want to be.

My hands dip below the fabric of her dress, finding smooth, soft skin and no panties. I’m hard instantly. Mind gone. My hands inch up her flesh until they’re full and occupied.

On pure reflex, I push my hips up, pressing my dick against her, a silent request for her to put that pussy on me expeditiously. But she seems content to kiss, her tongue caressing mine at a leisurely pace while Jodeci croons in the background.

At long last, when I feel like I’m gonna bust, she pulls away. I let out a sigh when her hands find my belt buckle. She pulls my dick out and sinks right down. I groan softly, teeth gritting, toes curling in my shoes.

“Fuck .” I take a deep breath. “While I’m still in my right mind—“

“I have an IUD,” she murmurs. “No more talking.”

Her tongue brushes my earlobe. Then her teeth.

“I can’t talk a little bit?” I say as she starts to ride me. “I can’t tell you how good this shit feels?”

She answers with a moan.

“I can’t tell you how fucking wet you are?” I piston my hips, meeting her gyrations with my strokes. “Or how bad I wanna cum inside you?”

“You can tell me I’m the best you ever had.”

I push out something between a chuckle and a groan as I move my hands from her ass. I pull the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts, my mouth watering like I’ve just seen my last meal.

“It’s true,” I grit. “And it ain’t even close, baby girl.”

“Mmmm…”

She moans in my ear, louder now as I close my mouth around her nipple. I suck and suck until my whole body tingles. The pleasure is so overwhelming, I feel that shit in my soul.

She throws her head back, wraps her arms around my neck, and howls at the moon while I pick up her slack, driving into her again and again while her pussy clenches around me.

“Fuck, yes . There you go,” I encourage. I’m staring at her face. I like to do that anyway, but right now, in this moment, she’s especially beautiful because I know how good she feels. She’s calm. She’s relaxed. She’s at peace. And I did that for her.

That’s my dose of romance for the evening.

She goes limp against me, leaving me to revel in the glorious aftershocks as her body jerks against mine.

I capture her lips again, sucking her tongue as I bring my hand to her neck.

Just a gentle squeeze for my Cinderella before I pound into her from the bottom, driving into her over and over, running toward my release as it slowly creeps toward me.

I squeeze her neck a little tighter, and the feeling of her pulse racing against my fingertips is what sends me over the edge.

I slam into her one final time as my body goes rigid.

I whisper her name. I groan. I bite into my lip.

I even whimper, just for a second, but I can’t even front like I’m ashamed.

Her pussy feels too good for that. I’m cumming too hard for that.

I’m too fucking satisfied for that. I might cry like a baby next time, and so fucking what?

“Oh my God, Trey.”

I pant through it, then rub my hands up her back. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing .” She giggles into my neck. “Just…I needed that.”

I blow out a breath. “Yeah. Me, too.”

She relaxes against me. We breathe together for a while, silent and content. My hands are still resting gently on her back, my thumbs rubbing up and down against her soft skin. I like how this feels, her being in my arms like this. It’s hitting for me like a benzo.

“Trey?”

“What’s up?”

“You’re okay with this, right?”

“With what?”

She pulls back to look at my face. “Just sex between us.”

I swallow hard. “Of course.”

“I only ask because…you know I’m only here on assignment, and I’m damn sure not here to fall in love with anybody.

But I like this,” she says, gesturing between us.

“You’re cool. The dick is bomb. And I’m good with this.

And the occasional pan of brownies,” she adds with a laugh. “You are, too, right?”

“Absolutely.” I smile to make it more believable. “I mean, I’m open to love, but not with you , necessarily.”

“Right.”

“You’re obviously not somebody I’d pursue romantically. Tonight’s date notwithstanding,” I add quickly. “So, yeah, I’m good. You do you, and I do me.”

She nods, then pecks my lips, and I resist the urge to embrace her again.

Instead, I let her climb off, reaching into the glove box for the small package of tissues I keep in there.

I hand it over, then tuck myself back in my pants, wondering if I’m frustrated by this turn of events because of my clinic, or because I wanted more.