Daniel took the bait. He rolled her over, pinning her to the mattress. “A big softy, huh?”
“Uh-huh.”
Gathering her arms above her head, he secured them with one hand as he brought the other to cup her jaw. He kissed her hard.
Ali bucked against him, urging him on. Not that he needed it. His body had been ready the moment he’d stepped into the room and seen her in those jeans hours ago.
Daniel turned her head to the side, exposing her neck to him. He grazed his teeth along her skin where her pulse was beating wildly. If he snaked his hands into her jeans, he knew she’d be wet. Ready. For him.
He ground his erection against her center. “Do I feel soft to you?”
She gasped. “No, Sir.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Not soft at all.”
He didn’t draw it out. Within a matter of minutes, he had her out of her clothes and his cock buried inside her. He fucked her hard and fast as he held her down on the bed.
Ali took what he gave her, exploding in a climax that had her toes curling against the backs of his thighs. He swallowed her cries and emptied himself inside her, as his own orgasm hit him with equal force.
As he came down from his high, realization struck him. He’d not used a condom. And while he knew Ali was on birth control, it didn’t change the fact that he’d not even thought about suiting up.
She noticed him stiffen. “What’s wrong, Sir?”
Hearing her use his title made him feel even worse. It was his job to take care of her. She’d put her trust in him and he’d let her down. At the very least, they should have discussed it first.
His gaze met hers and he knew the moment she realized. “I didn’t use a condom.”
CHAPTER18
Ali looked up at him,still trying to clear the fog from her brain after coming. As her breathing slowed, what he said finally registered. “I’m on birth control.”
“I know, but that’s no excuse. We should have discussed it.”
While this was true, Ali wasn’t concerned. She wasn’t playing or having sex with anyone else, and neither was he. “It’s oaky.” Then, when she saw he was still beating himself up over it, she added, “I like knowing your cum is inside me.” She hesitated, not sure if she should say more, but he was still intimately connected to her. “It’s like you’re marking me as yours.”
His cock pulsed inside her, letting her know how much he liked that idea as well.
Daniel pressed his lips to hers. “I’m going to clean up. Stay here.”
Before she could say anything, he was pulling out, leaving her feeling the loss. She turned her head to follow his movement into the connecting bathroom. He was gone for less than a minute before returning with a damp cloth.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
She did as he asked and sighed as he used the warm cloth to clean her. It felt good and more intimate than the sex had been. “Thank you, Sir.”
He smiled down at her. “Take your time getting dressed. I’ll make us some dinner before we head to the club.” After giving her another light kiss and returning the wet cloth to the bathroom, he left her alone in her room.
Ali dragged herself off the bed and into the bathroom. She jumped in the shower to rinse off and redressed in the same clothes she’d had one earlier. It took all of five minutes for her to pack her bag with the outfit she’d wear that night at the club, and then she was ready to go.
Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she turned off the light in her room and made her way into the kitchen. Daniel was standing at one of the islands, spreading sauce onto a pizza crust. She snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
He gave her arm a little squeeze, pressing it against his side. “What do you like on your pizza?”
“Do you have pineapple?”
He shot her a look of horror over his shoulder.
She laughed. “I’m kidding.” Kind of. She did like a good Hawaiian pizza every now and then. “I’m fine with just about anything except anchovies.”