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“Holy hell, Nash,” she pants, grabbing a tissue off the nightstand to wipe off the mess I made on her. The strong scent of sex fills the air around us, but the quiet moments after we both raced toward the finish line are filled with a tenderness I wasn’t expecting fromjust one more night.
“I agree,” I murmur, and her breathing evens out as she loses her fight against consciousness from the intensity of it all.
Chapter 29: Desiree Dixon
A Girl’s Got Needs, and I’ve Got a Vibrator
I wake with a start as my stomach growls, and I suddenly remember there’s food outside the door that we never got.
It was just after he said the hottest words that have ever been spoken to me that the knock came.
I better never fucking see you wearing someone else’s number ever again.
You’re mine, and I don’t share.
I’mhisnow, I guess, and, in all honesty, that’s exactly what I wanted to be.
I get it. Things could get awkward and weird. For now, we need to hide this. He’s going to continue to fight against it.
And all that’s fine so long as I find myself lying in his arms once again after he carries me toward the most intense climaxes of my life.
There’s something different about sex with him—something powerful—and I can’t give it up after two nights together. I can’t walk away, and I already know he won’t be able to, either.
Be that as it may, it’s not like I want my dad to find out about us either—which means I also need to keep it from my mom as well.
Back to the food. We had intentions of getting it, but when he dipped his cock down inside me, I was lost.
Iamlost. In him.
It’s not like I’ve slept with a ton of guys or anything, but when I have, I’ve been safe. With Asher, though, this animal instinct washed over me that told me it was okay to be a little reckless with him.Heis a little reckless, or at least all reports point thatway, and I wanted to be that way, too. I wanted to feel every part of him. I wanted nothing between us.
It’s a good thing he pulled out, though. I’ve never been great at consistency when it comes to birth control, which is why I’m not on the pill and opted instead for the shot. And I still have my partner wear a condom to be extra safe, and I know Asher has probably had more partners than the majority of guys I’ve slept with…but I also know he’s a football player, and they have regular physicals, and if he knew it was risky, he wouldn’t’ve pushed inside me.
There’s a trust between us already, maybe because we’ve been in bed together once before and he wore a condom that time, or maybe it’s because I’m the daughter of one of his coaches and he needs to be extra careful because of that.
I get up, and he groans when he feels me get out of bed. I use the bathroom first and pull on my skirt and the Vegas Aces shirt he wore here, and I open the door and find a cart of food and beverages waiting for us.
I pull it in. It’s probably been sitting out there less than a half hour, but time is more of a theory than a reality when I’m with Asher.
He gets up and grabs his shorts when he sees what I’m doing, and I wheel the cart over to the table by the windows. The sky is starting to darken now, but we don’t flip on any lights, opting instead to eat in the slowly darkening room lit only by the blinking lights of the Strip out the window.
He ordered appetizers and vodka, and he pours us each a drink while I dig hungrily into the sliders. He hands me a drink and holds up his glass, so I hold mine up to clink it to his, but I pause while I wait for him to say something.
“What are we toasting to?” I prompt.
“Sex?” he suggests, and I giggle.
“How about to reggae music and backseats?” I raise a challenging brow. I almost said to taking this past two nights, and even though I have a pretty strong suspicion we will, I don’t think he’s ready to acknowledge it yet.
“I mean, that’s basically the same thing.” He taps his glass to mine, and we each take a long, hard swig of the vodka mixed with Sprite.
“Do you think our driver knew what we were doing back there?” I ask.
“Oh, yeah. Totally.”
I shouldn’t ask questions I don’t want an honest answer to.
I cover my eyes with my hand in embarrassment, and he laughs as he puffs his chest out a little. Why is that embarrassing as hell for the woman and a point of pride for the man? It’s a reminder once again that maybe I want to be a little more like Asher.
