more.
Shit, that was not helping. He forced his eyes open.
“It doesn’t depend on me; it depends on you,” he stated in resignation.
She snorted in disbelief.
“It’s true, baby. You get near me, and in two seconds flat, I’m standing in full salute.” Well, in reality, all he had to do was think of her and voilà! Hard as granite. Ready to hammer nails with his dick. A hard-on girl through and through, leave it to his old man to be right about things like that.
“The cold shower didn’t help?”
“Nah.” He shook his head. “At this stage, nothing will, except for the real thing.”
“Maybe hot water will,” she offered, pushing him toward the Jacuzzi. “Hot water leaves me all gooey. Maybe it’ll have the same effect on you. You’re too tense; you need to relax.”
It might have worked, but as soon as they sat in the hot tub, he dragged her over his lap, her sweet ass nudging at his dick, and relaxation went out the window. No gooey effect for him this century. The water was fiercely bubbling, reaching up to his chest. She rested her head on him and sighed.
“Wouldn’t it be great to stop time? Just for a while. Stay in here just like this. No worries. No responsibilities.”
“Doesn’t work that way, princess.” And it was a pity because despite his blue balls, he liked having her in his arms. It felt…right. Go figure that one.
They were silent for a while. He had the nagging feeling Tate was musing about the restaurant. Something wasn’t right with it, but she wasn’t willingly forwarding any information, and he didn’t want to ask too much. Every time he’d done so, she’d avoided the whole subject, or worse, shut down and distanced herself from him. He needed to distract her from those thoughts; the last thing he wanted now was for her to close down.
He kissed the side of her neck. “So, did you sleep well last night?”
“Mmmm, sure I did. Didn’t you?”
“You’re being a tease,” he reprimanded, tightening his grip on her.
She giggled and tried to free herself. That lap dance had him praying to the skies for control. “Stop massaging my dick with your ass, sweetheart, or I’ll fuck you right here.”
She stopped right away. “James, about us having sex…”
“Having second thoughts, princess?”
“No, but we should have the sex talk before, don’t you think? Just in case. Actually, we should have dealt with it before the attempt butchered by your father.”
“Sex talk? You mean the bee and the flower sex conversation? Your parents should have taken care of that a long time ago. Mine did.”
She elbowed him. “No, you bozo, I meant the safe-sex conversation where the bee explains in detail to the flower how he’s always worn a raincoat while buzzing around, and how he’d never gotten entangled with dubious pollen.”
He laughed. “Ah, that sex conversation. Okay, I’ve always been a very responsible bee, the only exception was with Elaine. Before and after my marriage, I’ve been tested several times. No dubious pollen, that is, all negative to HIV and STDs. Strictly hetero. Last checkup was around six months ago. I wrap religiously, so I’m safe. What about you, flower girl?”
“Me too. Me and Aidan both got checked. I haven’t been with anyone since him, so I’m clean too.”
“Good. You see, now we know we’re both safe for the environment.”
She vibrated in silent laughter, her fingers running along his forearm. How she touched his arm and he managed to feel it all over his body was a mystery to him.
“I fear I know, but tell me, what does your kind think about faithfulness?”
He shook his head in resignation. She really didn’t get him; she was so stuck in thinking he was a “type,” she couldn’t see anything else.
“My kind? As in a bee or a black hole wrapped up in fancy paper? Be more specific, sweetheart, because it’s kind of difficult to keep up with your imagery. I’m going to have to watch more National
Shit, that was not helping. He forced his eyes open.
“It doesn’t depend on me; it depends on you,” he stated in resignation.
She snorted in disbelief.
“It’s true, baby. You get near me, and in two seconds flat, I’m standing in full salute.” Well, in reality, all he had to do was think of her and voilà! Hard as granite. Ready to hammer nails with his dick. A hard-on girl through and through, leave it to his old man to be right about things like that.
“The cold shower didn’t help?”
“Nah.” He shook his head. “At this stage, nothing will, except for the real thing.”
“Maybe hot water will,” she offered, pushing him toward the Jacuzzi. “Hot water leaves me all gooey. Maybe it’ll have the same effect on you. You’re too tense; you need to relax.”
It might have worked, but as soon as they sat in the hot tub, he dragged her over his lap, her sweet ass nudging at his dick, and relaxation went out the window. No gooey effect for him this century. The water was fiercely bubbling, reaching up to his chest. She rested her head on him and sighed.
“Wouldn’t it be great to stop time? Just for a while. Stay in here just like this. No worries. No responsibilities.”
“Doesn’t work that way, princess.” And it was a pity because despite his blue balls, he liked having her in his arms. It felt…right. Go figure that one.
They were silent for a while. He had the nagging feeling Tate was musing about the restaurant. Something wasn’t right with it, but she wasn’t willingly forwarding any information, and he didn’t want to ask too much. Every time he’d done so, she’d avoided the whole subject, or worse, shut down and distanced herself from him. He needed to distract her from those thoughts; the last thing he wanted now was for her to close down.
He kissed the side of her neck. “So, did you sleep well last night?”
“Mmmm, sure I did. Didn’t you?”
“You’re being a tease,” he reprimanded, tightening his grip on her.
She giggled and tried to free herself. That lap dance had him praying to the skies for control. “Stop massaging my dick with your ass, sweetheart, or I’ll fuck you right here.”
She stopped right away. “James, about us having sex…”
“Having second thoughts, princess?”
“No, but we should have the sex talk before, don’t you think? Just in case. Actually, we should have dealt with it before the attempt butchered by your father.”
“Sex talk? You mean the bee and the flower sex conversation? Your parents should have taken care of that a long time ago. Mine did.”
She elbowed him. “No, you bozo, I meant the safe-sex conversation where the bee explains in detail to the flower how he’s always worn a raincoat while buzzing around, and how he’d never gotten entangled with dubious pollen.”
He laughed. “Ah, that sex conversation. Okay, I’ve always been a very responsible bee, the only exception was with Elaine. Before and after my marriage, I’ve been tested several times. No dubious pollen, that is, all negative to HIV and STDs. Strictly hetero. Last checkup was around six months ago. I wrap religiously, so I’m safe. What about you, flower girl?”
“Me too. Me and Aidan both got checked. I haven’t been with anyone since him, so I’m clean too.”
“Good. You see, now we know we’re both safe for the environment.”
She vibrated in silent laughter, her fingers running along his forearm. How she touched his arm and he managed to feel it all over his body was a mystery to him.
“I fear I know, but tell me, what does your kind think about faithfulness?”
He shook his head in resignation. She really didn’t get him; she was so stuck in thinking he was a “type,” she couldn’t see anything else.
“My kind? As in a bee or a black hole wrapped up in fancy paper? Be more specific, sweetheart, because it’s kind of difficult to keep up with your imagery. I’m going to have to watch more National
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