“In that case, how about we split up for a bit? You guys do whatever while I stay here in the suite and do a little personal reading? It won’t take too long.”
“Cool,” Henn says. “Actually, I could use to blow off a little steam for a bit before I get to work, if you guys don’t mind. You wanna roll the dice with me, boss?”
“Yeah,” I say slowly, my stomach clenching. “I gotta talk to Kat first, though. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.”
“Cool. See you soon. Just text me when you’re ready to meet up.”
The minute Henn leaves, I take Kat’s face in my hands and kiss her. And then I kiss her again. And again. And again. All I wanna do is kiss her one last time before my application potentially fucks everything up—but before I know it, my clothes are off and so are hers and she’s on top of me on the bed, riding me, screaming my name, humping me exactly the way she rode that Sybian—and I’m underneath her, guiding her smooth hips, groping her hot little ass, mesmerized by the way her tits are bouncing, by the little cleft in her chin, the way her blonde hair falls around her shoulders, and wondering how the fuck I’m letting myself have sex without a condomagain(even though it feels so, so fucking good).
When we’re done, we hop in the shower, neither of us speaking.
Clearly, that was a detour neither of us expected or planned. We’re like fucking dynamite, the two of us. A nuclear reaction.
“You’re on the pill, right?” I ask.
“Yep. Still on the pill since the last time I told you.”
“Sorry. Just double-checking.”
She smiles. “Sorry. Ask me as many times as you need. Yes, I’m on the pill.”
“I’m sorry. My dad used to put the fear of God into me about having sex without a condom. I’ve never done it before. I’m just paranoid.”
“You’ve never had sex without a condom before?”
I shake my head.
“Not even with girlfriends?”
“Never. You’re my first.”
I lather her up under the hot water for a moment.
“So you’ve literallyneverfelt sex without a rubber before me? Not once?”
I shake my head again—and then I grin broadly. “It feels fuckingamazing.”
She grins broadly. “Yeah, I bet it does. Jeez, Josh. No wonder you think I’m amazing. Ha!”
I kiss her. “You are,” I say. “It’s not just that.”
She throws her arms around me and kisses me. “God, I’m addicted to you.”
“Me, too. You’re a drug.”
I take my sweet time in the shower with her, washing her, touching her. And then, what the fuck, why not? I get down on my knees and eat her out, too, bringing her to a climax that has her pulling on my hair like it’s on fucking fire.
When we’re done, we dry ourselves off with the fluffy white towels and get dressed quietly, a sense of doom descending upon me. The jig is up. There’s nowhere else to run. I’ve got to give it to her now.
“Can I make you a drink, PG?”
“Sure. Surprise me,” she says.
“My kind of girl,” I reply. My voice is casual, relaxed. But it’s an act. My stomach is tight. My pulse is pounding in my ears.
I bring her the drink. “An old fashioned,” I say.
“Oh, you hipster.” She notices my empty hands. “You didn’t make one for yourself?”
