Page 11 of Pregnant By the Playboy

He looks utterly horrified.

“So I’m looking for a lot of sex tonight.” Even I’m surprised by how insatiable I am. Yes, I’ve had a dry streak, but I feel like I could have sex all night long, like I’m twenty-one again.

“Then you’ve come to the right man.”

* * *

It’s well after midnight, and I haven’t been awake this late in a long time, responsible thirty-six-year-old that I am.

“You want a drink?” Vince asks. “I’ve got wine, beer, bourbon, whiskey...”

“Nah, I’m good.”

I’m very good, indeed. We’ve had several rounds of sex, and I’m finally sated.

“I also have some special gummies,” he says.

“No, there’s nothing I need.”

My stomach, naturally, thinks this is a great opportunity to growl in protest. Not the sort of noise that pairs well with a hot one-night stand.

“Sorry,” I say, embarrassed.

“I can get you some food. There’s leftover pizza.”

And that’s how Vince and I end up feeding each other cold pizza with pepperoni, mushrooms, and green pepper.

I thought I was done with sex for the night, but pizza gives me the energy for one more round.

* * *

I stretch my arms above my head and look at the clock.

It’s nine thirty in the morning. I just had a solid eight hours of sleep after the best sex of my life. I wiggle this way and that. I’m a little sore, but it’s delightful. I enjoy feeling like my body’s been used.

Last night was just what I needed, after all the stress I’ve had lately.

“Hey,” Vince says, sitting up. “You sleep well?”

“Yeah.”

He looks as gorgeous in the morning light as he did last night at the party, but his hair is mussed now and he’s not wearing a shirt. Actually, we’re both still naked, and I’m not complaining.

I press myself against his side and glide my fingers over his pecs.

“I know exactly what I want for breakfast,” I murmur.

“Cold pizza again?” he asks with a smile. “Or cereal and milk?”

“Mmm.” I slide down his body and wrap my hand around his hardening cock. “If you’re interested, that is.”

“Oh, I’m definitely interested.”

I lick up the underside of his cock, nice and slow.

When I was younger, I never could have been this bold with a man I’d known for all of twelve hours. I never could have pulled off a line like, I know exactly what I want for breakfast. In fact, I never could have slept with Vince in the first place.

But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve become less self-conscious, better at grabbing what I want from life.