“Not Abbotsford.”
“Too close to the rink. Too small. I mean, if someone landed in my lap—” I poked Jack in the shoulder. “—I wouldn’t turn them down.”
He swallowed and blinked.
Aw shit.. Just had to remind him that this relationship ends when we drive away. Just a couple of days from now…“Yes, to vanilla sex. Neither of us is drunk. We both consent.”
“Yes.” He pumped his fist.
I laughed. God, I loved?—
Nope. Shut that the fuck down.
—I loved his enthusiasm. “You use the bathroom first. Fresh breath and bladder empty.”
He laughed. “That’s fair.” He moved close. “I like that we’re not using condoms. I like having you inside me.”
“Have you ever—” I swallowed.
“What? You know you can ask me anything.”
“Did you ever, you know, with your husband?”
He shook his head. “Brad wasn’t into that. He was…a control freak.”
“Bossy bottoms are a thing. You’re always free to give me feedback, run a commentary, or just give me a critique.”
“Uh…no. I’d never do that with a Dominant.”
“Okay, first, you can always do that with a Dominant. Especially if warranted. We’re not perfect. Secondly, I meant vanilla.”
“Not with him. Never with him.”
I almost asked him if he wanted to top me.
Almost.
“See you in ten.” I spun him around, swatted his rather sore ass, and directed him toward the bathroom. I could’ve grabbed my toothbrush and headed to the spare bathroom. But I liked the idea of him having to wait.
And for reasons I couldn’t explain, I was considering what I’d do if he ever asked to top me.
I turned off the lights in both the kitchen and the great room as I made my way to the bedroom.You’re introspective tonight. Even if you’re not kinky, you still need to be focused when you make love.
Well, that was true.
By the time Jack was out of the bathroom, I was stripped.
His eyes softened as he roamed his gaze up and down my body.
My cock stirred. I grinned. “On the bed and stroking yourself.”
He cocked his eyebrow.
“I might not be yourSirtonight—but I can still convey how I’d like it. You. Aroused. Aching for my cock.”
Even as I spoke, he got harder.He really is born for submission. Brad was such a fucking idiot. Oh well, his loss is my gain.A pain ripped through me. Just for another couple of days.
“Devon?” Jack’s brow furrowed as he stepped toward me. “You okay?”