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“I need to come, but I want to come inside you.” I grip her shoulders and bring her to her feet, turn her around, and slide her sweats and panties over her hips before nudging her onto the bed. Her sweats are around her knees, so she can’t spread her legs. Exactly as I want her. She’ll be nice and tight.

I thrust into her.

“Damn, you feel perfect,” I groan. “So good.”

She gasps as I thrust once, twice, three times—

“Fuck!” I propel into her, plunging in as far as I can. I slap one cheek of her ass as I release.

Into Skye I pour every frustration of this day.

Kay Brown and the Babbler.

Gone.

Elise and Benji and how I wish I could do more for everyone in their position.

Gone.

The horrific volunteer who my mother got fired.

Gone.

And Skye. Little Skye, lost in the cornfield, helpless as she ran into a scarecrow.

Not gone, but at least I can deal with it as I leave the stress of this day behind me.

As I bury it all inside the warmth of this woman.

I stay locked inside her for a few moments, breathing heavily, my eyes squeezed shut as the waves of euphoria crash over me and nudge all the unpleasantness away.

Skye doesn’t move or speak.

Finally I pull out.

Then—

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”

I look down at my naked cock and gasp, my heart racing. What have I done? How could I be so irresponsible?

She looks over her shoulder. “What? What is it?”

“I forgot the damned condom.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Skye swallows audibly, and then she flattens her full lips.

Yeah, she’s freaked out, too.

She turns over, pulls her sweats and panties back up, and sits on the bed. “Do I have reason to worry?”

“Not from me. I get tested every three months.” Physician’s orders. I’m always careful—present situation excluded—but my doctor knows that I engage in scenes at a private club, and she insists on the testing. I can’t fault her logic. She’s the expert.

Do I think Skye has herpes or HIV? Of course not. But she’s a woman of child-bearing age who carries a condom in her purse, which could mean…

“Every three months? Whatever for?” Then she clamps her hand over her mouth.


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