Page 77 of Renascence

Pouting, I cover them with my hands. “They’re hard because I’m naked and you’re staring.”

“So you don’t want to do it?”

“Would… would you be there?”

“Trust and believe, Em. There’s no way I’d miss that!” He chuckles.

“How would it go, exactly?”

“That’s up to you. You don’t have to reciprocate if you don’t want to. It can be you and her, or the three of us. Me touching her is also up to you.”

“Oh. Um… can I think about it?”

“Sure. Like I said, your fantasies, Emily.”

The oven timer goes off and I almost jump a mile. Lord, if my parents only knew what was happening right now. Me, sitting naked at the breakfast table, talking about a threesome… with another girl! Shit.

I remove the muffins, taking two to Venom, along with some butter.

“Aren’t you having any?” he asks.

“I made them for you.”

“So?” He breaks one in half, slathers butter on it, and takes a big bite. “You made this from scratch?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s amazing, Em. I didn’t know you could bake like this.”

“Thanks.” I blush, clearing the table and washing up. “It’s been a while since I’ve done it, but now that I have more self-control when it comes to food, I think I’ll start again.”

“You should. Especially for me. Bring me another, will you?”

Pleased as punch, I take it to him. As I’m about to turn away, he grabs my wrist and tugs me onto his lap. He breaks off a piece, placing it at my lips. I shouldn’t, but what the hell? It’s just one piece. He pops it into my open mouth, finger resting on my lip as I chew. I swallow, sucking the streusel from his finger. He moans, lips wrapping around my nipple.

“Venom.” His name comes out on a gasp.

“Turn around.”

I straddle his lap, fingers diving into his hair when he begins to worship my breasts. Every inch of each one is subjected to his special brand of torture. Hands knead, tongue glides, lips suck, teeth bite, beard bristles. Jesus. My eyes close, head falling back as I grind on his erection. Christ, one night without him and I’m fiending like a coke addict.

“Fuck, Em.” He buries his face in the valley of my breasts. “We need to talk about something else.”

Huh?“Talk? Now?”

“Yes, now.” He raises his head, grabs my hips, and pulls me closer. “I want you raw, Emily. Are you on the pill?”

“Depo… the shot,” I answer, breathless at the desperation in his stare and voice. “I’m due for another soon, though.”

“Einstein can sort you out.”

“Einstein?” My head tilts to the side, brows drawn together.

“He’s a doctor. A legit gynecologist.”

“Oh.”

“Say yes, Em. I’ll do whatever test you want me to, but I need to feel you. I’ll go get them donetoday.”